OATHBOUND

The sky cracked open above Valedor, and I tore my memory from my chest like a wound that would never stop bleeding.Ash fell like snow, cloaking the dead. Magic scorched the horizon, a white fire burning too bright to bear. Screams twisted through the wind some still living, most not.And in the center of it all, bleeding out in my arms, was Kael Arren, commander of the Oathbearers and the only friend I had left.His armor was shattered. His breath came shallow. His hands trembled as they clutched a blood-soaked letter. Take it, he rasped. Find her. I didn t want the letter. I didn t want this moment. But war doesn t ask what you wantI took it. She s she s only a girl, Kael said. The last of House Arren. They ll come for her. They ll silence the bloodline for good. And what do you want me to do? I asked, even though I already knew. Even though I felt the familiar pull of old, forbidden magic curling in my ribs like a blade waiting to be drawn.