Freya’s pov.

The night was still—unnaturally so. Even the wind felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the world to split open.

My heart wasn’t pounding because of the war, the council, or the monsters we might face.

It was this.

This godsdamned truth.

They were brothers.

Dorian and Tiberius.

Not just by battle scars or blood spilled side-by-side—but by blood born. Same mother. Same betrayal.

A woman who wore secrets like armor ...