Chapter 118

Elara's POV

I didn't plan to linger in Cinderholme. The city was too small to hold a wolf like me, and its streets felt more like cages than paths.

"I won't stay in Cinderholme for long," I told Grandfather Korvan as I looked out across the estate's manicured grounds.

He sighed softly, a wistful sound that carried decades of pride and worry. Small towns, small cities—they could never contain a Val