Chapter 111

• Darius POV
• By the time evening rolled around, every wolf who needed to be here had arrived.
• The courtyard was lit with lanterns, casting warm light across stone and grass. Warriors lined the edges. Elders stood near the front, talking in low voices. Marcus hovered like he expected Nysa to explode into raw magic at any second. Kaelen paced, pretending he wasn’t pacing. Ronan looked like he was forcing himself not to put Nysa in a box and ship her to another continent.