The streets of Duskwatch whispered. Shadows stretched and shrank, watching silently from the corners where the lantern light dared not reach. The city was alive in its own way, murmuring in the cold night air. Every step Aldric and Noah took echoed softly on the cobblestone streets, swallowed quickly by the quiet hum of unseen life.Noah flinched as something leaped in front of him from the darkness—a small wizard child, giggling before vanishing into an alley as quickly as he had appeared. Aldric chuckled at Noah’s wide-eyed stare.“Stay close.” Eryndra murmured. Her voice carried the weight of old tongues, laced with the ancient dialect of Arcania. “The young ones play, but the city watches. It always watches.”An owl hooted in the distance, a deep, knowing sound. Somewhere far ahead, a sudden clatter echoed—ceramic shattering, hurried footsteps retreating. Fireflies drifted lazily through the air, their golden glow casting eerie reflections on the glass panes of the towering buildi

A while later, Elion, Luna and Aldric arrived at the Citadel of Thirteen Spires, descending onto a spacious balcony. The moment the enchanted carriage landed, Veylan, Mara, and Noah hurried out to meet them.Elion stepped down first, his expression tight with concern as he carefully lifted Luna into his arms. She was alarmingly light, her breathing shallow.Veylan’s gaze landed on Elion, and for a brief moment, surprise flickered in his eyes. Then, with the utmost respect, he inclined his head. “Your Highness.” he greeted solemnly.The Crown Prince of Eldoria. The title alone carried weight, enough to silence those around them.Elion barely acknowledged the formalities, his focus entirely on Luna. Without hesitation, Veylan led them inside, past towering archways and long halls lined with watching eyes. The wizards, whispering in hushed tones, stepped aside, their gazes shifting between Elion and the unconscious woman in his arms.“The Greywing.” some murmured in awe, their voices bar

As the morning light seeped through the high windows of the Citadel, Mara and Veylan stood near the grand wooden table, the ancient scroll between them. The others were still asleep, exhaustion keeping them in their chambers, but Mara and Veylan had much to discuss.Veylan’s fingers traced the edges of the scroll. “This holds power beyond reckoning.” he murmured. “And yet, ‘tis but a mere piece of parchment. The incantations it contains... They are not meant for just anyone.”Mara folded her arms. “It troubles me. The Greywing carries it, yet Noah—when I spoke to him—was unwilling to tell me much. He is wise, yet he evaded my questions. There is something they do not reveal.”Veylan nodded, his gaze darkening. “And why should they? The Crown Prince of Eldoria, a human of great intellect, and the Beta of the strongest werewolf pack do not accompany an ordinary traveler. Luna is more than they claim.” He exhaled sharply. “She is the Greywing. That alone makes her unique. But there is mo

Morning light poured into the healing chamber, casting a golden glow over Luna’s face. A slow, delicate flutter of her eyelashes sent Elion’s heart hammering in his chest. Then, with a quiet breath, her eyes opened.He froze.For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. He had spent the last two days fearing he would never see those eyes again. His grip on the armrest tightened as his vision blurred with unshed tears."Luna..." His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.She turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting his. There was a quiet confusion in her expression, as if she herself couldn't believe what was happening."I... woke up?" she murmured. Her own voice startled her. "I shouldn't be alive."Elion exhaled shakily, reaching forward, brushing his fingers against hers. “You ARE alive.” His thumb ran over her knuckles, grounding himself. “And I’m never letting you go again.”Luna blinked at him, taking in the exhaustion written all over his face—his unkempt hair, his slight

Luna’s eyes fluttered open, the golden morning light streaming through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. The first thing she saw was Elion—sitting beside her, a leg folded beneath him, the other resting on the floor. His fingers combed gently through her hair, slow and tender, like he was afraid she might break.A smile curved her lips. “You’re up early.”He glanced down at her, returning the smile, his voice low and warm. “I didn’t want to miss the moment your eyes opened.”She reached up, her fingers lightly touching his arm. “You’re such a romantic.” she whispered, amused.Elion leaned down, brushing his nose against hers. “Only with you. The world can wait. This… this is my peace.”Luna chuckled softly, then bit her lip. “You make me feel like I’m already home.”“You are.” he whispered. “Right here… with me.”She gazed up at him, heart full, eyes soft. “You look at me like I’m magic.”He kissed her forehead, lingering there. “Because you are. You brought me back to