Alena

“Roak, we can’t just sit back and watch as Jacob tears through our defenses. We must strike now!” My voice reverberates with a fierce urgency that fills the dimly lit chamber of the stone fortress we’ve taken as our temporary stronghold.

King Roak, his broad shoulders looming against the flickering shadows cast by the fire, turns his piercing gaze upon me. “Alena, my love,” he begins, his tone laced with a restrained intensity, “I understand your desire for ...