The sanctuary was no longer a place of peace. Not after Eleanor's defiance in the heart of the Silver Court. Not after she declared war with nothing more than her stance, her fire, and her name.
Ariella knew it. Leo knew it. Vincent, Nadia, even the youngest members of the Fold felt the shift in the air.
The war wasn't coming. It was already here.
The Gathering Storm
Inside the grand hall of the sanctuary, a meeting was underway. The leaders of the Fold gathered—warriors, strategists, spies, each one knowing that after what happened in Lira's temple, there was no turning back.
"We need to move," Nadia said, pacing at the head of the long wooden table. "Lira won't wait. She won't sulk in her palace licking her wounds. She'll strike. It's her thing. Its in her nature"
