Chapter 326

Theron's POV

The gates of Thunderpeak loomed tall and black against the moonlight when we returned. The storm above had not yet broken, but the clouds hung heavy, as if the sky itself was holding its breath. My men filed in behind me, tired but alive.

Hazel was the first thing I saw when the doors of Vane manor opened. My daughter stood there in her nightgown, curls wild around her small face, her