Chapter 318
- Third Person’s POV
- The Matriarch Duskgrave’s tears had barely dried when she steadied herself, inhaling the thick scent of bloodline that clung to the child in her arms. Her voice, though softened with tenderness, still carried the Alpha steel that had once commanded Stormridge warriors.
- “Little one, what is your name?” she asked gently, brushing a strand of tangled hair from the girl’s cheek.