Chapter 207

• Elyra
• The morning air in Morrien Pack Tower carried a chill I hadn’t felt in months. My heartbeat thudded against my ribs as I walked alongside Kale, the weight of the news pressing down on me. My steps felt heavier than they should, almost as if the ground itself were conspiring to slow me down. Elijah and Kara were to be exiled. The very thought churned my stomach into knots. Part of me wanted to scream, to stop it from happening, but deep down I knew there was no stopping it. They’d crossed lines that could never be forgiven, and Bloodmoon’s legacy would not be tolerated here.
• Kale’s hand brushed against mine, not in a casual touch but in a grounding way. I didn’t look at him; instead, my gaze clung to the polished stone floor, tracing the dark swirls in the marble as though the patterns could offer guidance. “Elyra,” Kale said, his voice low and steady. “You’re safe here. No one will touch you. Not our child. Not you.”