Chapter 53 A Name Forgotten, A Truth Revealed

• Night fell, but no one slept.
• The Hollow had retreated, but the sky still pulsed with a faint crack where the veil had torn. Warriors took turns keeping watch, and wolves in the nearby settlements were evacuated to the castle.
• Lucy sat by the fire, wrapped in a cloak Cassandra had woven from lunar threads. Her skin still glowed faintly, but her breathing had steadied. She cradled a cup of mountain tea, the steam soft against her face.