Chapter 123

Elara's POV

The rain had already begun to fall by the time I reached the Vane Grounds.

Cinderholme's skies were a dull, oppressive gray, pressing down on the earth like the weight of old grief. Each drop of water carried with it the taste of iron and storm, a scent my wolf disliked. Rain always left me restless, and tonight it seemed to mirror the heaviness in my chest.

Zorath's car slowed to a st