3rd POV- Elara
The Falcon Law dissolved silently, the rush of wind and feathers resolving into the strained, aching human form of Elara. She sank onto the cold, damp earth beneath the perimeter pines, drawing in deep, ragged breaths. The immense fatigue of her flight and the constant suppression of her Law for months made every muscle protest.
She pulled the cowl of her travel cloak low, masking the piercing silver intensity of her eyes. The atmosphere around the Northern Castle was thick with protective Law: the aggressive Vayne Alpha shield, the structured flow of Beta organization, and the subtle, radiant pulse of the Crownspice Law emanating from the central tower.
