Selara's sleep that night was restless. Even in the quiet darkness of her room, the silver pulse beneath her skin reminded her of the tension that lingered like a shadow over the estate. Every memory of Lyanna's poised challenge, every calculated glance, lingered in her mind, stirring a mixture of jealousy, irritation, and an unshakable need to protect what was hers.
The estate was quiet, too quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable storm. And Selara knew it was coming. Draven had always prepared for the unexpected but this felt different. Personal. It wasn't just another test of loyalty or strength. It was a threat that cut deeper, aimed at the bond they had spent months forging, every shared moment sharpening it into something neither time nor adversary could break.
