C51 THE PROMISE OF THE ALPHA

The night was long and thick over Silvercrest, and the moon was hidden behind clouds that were always moving. A terrible quiet crept over the castle as if the walls themselves held their breath. The fire in the big hall crackled softly, making long, moving shadows on the cold marble floor.

Elara was alone in Damon's room. Her hands shook as she looked at the mark on her wrist