Chapter 628

Third Person's POV

The Matriarch Grimstone's tears had barely dried when she steadied herself, inhaling the thick scent of bloodline that clung to the child in her arms. Her voice, though softened with tenderness, still carried the Alpha steel that had once commanded Stormpeak warriors.

"Little one, what is your name?" she asked gently, brushing a strand of tangled hair from the girl's cheek.