✧ Prologue ✧
Ten years ago, on the blood-soaked fields of Verrien Pass…
The bodies lay in twisted heaps, steam rising from them in the early morning frost. War always began in silence before the screams.
Thorne Valen stood over the last of them, sword dripping crimson, expression unreadable beneath the glint of his steel helm. He turned when a child’s scream pierced the air—high, furious, and fe...
