to a shadow of her former self. Stripped of her title, her home, and her identity, she now wandered the shadowed edges of Silver Vale territory, a fugitive in her own land. The name Evelyne Draven w

ly, felt heavy against her side, a constant weight that anchored her to the past even as she fought to survive in the present. She had traded her ceremonial gown for tattered leather and a hood that she pulle

g leaves, and the wind carried with it the whispers of secrets long buried. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl, reminded Evelyne of the fragile line between predator and prey in this u

trict codes of the pack gathered in wary solidarity. The refuge was a labyrinth of ramshackle buildings and shadowed alleys, its air thick with the scent of damp wood and secr

. The room was filled with the low murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter that rang hollow in the oppressive atmosphere. Rogues

essed, a place where alliances were forged and broken with the same ease as a handshake. A grizzled veteran, his

rough and gravelly. "You look like you've

e low and steady. "I've seen enough

heavy in the air. Then, like a dam breaking, the whispers began. Whispers of Dorian Vale's ruthless consolidation of power, of public

rom a corner table, his voice barely above a whisper. "Shadow-born entities,

used to tell. They were said to be ancient beings, born of darkness and chaos, their power as vast as it was dangerou

ng to a conspiratorial whisper. "Aye, the Noctis Fangs. They're real, a

by forces that defied the natural order. If she were to reclaim her birthright and avenge her father, she would ne

ows, her eyes and ears open, absorbing every scrap of information she could. She learned of Dorian's growing paranoia, h

ound movement that sought to overthrow Dorian and restore the rightful heir to the throne. Eva's h

danger but also in promise. The rogue in her would have you believe that survival meant running away,

d carried with it the scent of pine and iron, and the distant howl of a wolf echoed through the trees.

eneath the watchful gaze of the Blood Moon, Eva Thorn felt a fire ignite within her-a fire

a determination that would carry her through the darkest of nights. The Blood Moon watched silently, a