Chapter 149

*Kaelen*

The wind had a sharpness to it tonight. Not cold, exactly. But cutting—like it knew something was coming and wanted us to bleed for it first.

I moved along the outer ridge of the Portal-Sentry encampment, bootfalls quiet against stone and frost. Behind me, Rowan kept pace. Not a word spoken between us since we left the watchfire, and yet the tension braided between us like a cord pulled