SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TO ZION - LAURYN HILL

IVARA'S POV:

The night settles heavy over the Draven compound completely thick with smoke and memory and blood that has not yet dried in the soil. The air still smells like fire and iron and grief. Wolves move quietly beyond the walls, rebuilding what was shattered, burying what was lost. Victory does not feel like triumph. It feels like survival with teeth marks.

I stand at the balcony outside Ronan’s chambers, fingers resting on cold stone. ...