Blood of Darklake

MAEVIA

The fortress council chamber still smelled faintly of seawater after the ambush outside the gates. I sat beside the long stone table while Torin stood across from Lucian, his expression dark and impatient.

"You owe us answers," Torin demanded. "What is that mark on her wrist, and why is she inside your fortress?"

Lucian remained calm despite Torin's tone. The northern Alpha rested one hand