Lorraine's POV
I blinked, barely breathing.
He agreed to it….
Kieran actually agreed to bring his mother into this.
The Ghosthound Queen.
The very thought of her had always been shrouded in mystery and hushed fear. Whispers in the Academy halls had painted her as both a legend and a warning
But Kieran…. he was serious. Dead serious. And if anyone knew the danger of what he was about to do, it was him.
The silence was tihht. Cyrin stood tall, his face lined with years of experience and caution, but even that couldn't mask the concern simmering in his voice.
"My King… I must protest." His voice was low but firm, a warning threaded in every word. "Your mother might be our strongest weapon, yes, but she is also our greatest risk. If we wake her, if we let her fight, there is no telling if she will be able to control herself. Ghosthounds, in their purest form, are cursed with bloodlust. She could turn on us."
My eyes flicked to Kieran.
