Erasing the Past

Elara's POV

I pushed open the heavy oak doors of Argentmaw Manor, stepping out of the biting night wind and into the sprawling entryway. I expected to be greeted by the usual suffocating, hollow silence of the den. Instead, a familiar, heavy woodsy musk hit the back of my throat.

Dravos was home.

It surprised me. Ever since Sivya returned to the capital, he rarely stepped a single paw into the