Dravina’s POV

“The second attack wasn’t chance, Dravina.”

Malrik’s voice was calm, but the weariness beneath it was impossible to miss the heaviness of a man who had endured far too much in one night.

“It was planned. By a Moonchild.”

I froze.

“Your kin.”

The words hollowed the air around me. My breath snagged, a chill rippling down my spine.

“Someone lied to him,” Malrik went on, his tone clipped with frustration. “Fed him the story that we were holding your ...