Chapter 35 The Wolf King's Brother
- The hall of Elyndor’s high keep shimmered with tension, every breath thick with the scent of rain, earth, and unspoken power. The torches burned blue tonight—a sign of the Wolf King’s approach.
- Tatianna stood at the base of the throne, her palms pressed lightly against the stone table as the massive double doors creaked open.
- The air shifted before he even entered.It always did when he came.