Chapter 13

• Nysa POV
• We reached Nightfang just before dark. No speeches at the gate, no ceremony. Wolves on the wall watched and opened up. Darius rode through first; Kaelen held the rear. It felt more like an escort than a welcome, which was probably the point.
• Inside was a tight layout: training yard to the right, racks of weapons under cover, smokehouse and barracks along the left, the main hall dead ahead. People moved like they had places to be and didn’t need to be told twice. Silverstrike had always felt like neighbors. This felt like a unit.