Chapter 218

Elara's POV

I turned my focus back to Grandfather Korvan, who sat propped against his pillows, frail yet steady. I pulled out the old photographs of my brother Kaelen and placed them into his trembling hands.

One by one, he studied them, his cloudy eyes sharpening with recognition and longing. I told him stories as he looked, memories of Kaelen's laughter, his stubborn streak, the way his wolf had