"The stars do not guide those who run from duty, but I did not run and I chose to protect what the stars could not see."
Veyric POV
The air in the Fae realm had changed. No longer did it hum with the quiet serenity I had grown to trust; it pulsed now, like a wounded creature frantic, uncertain, on the verge of something terrible. I adjusted Elle's cloak, tucking it tighter around his small frame as he lay slumped against my chest, warm and sleeping, unaware of the storm rising around us. The boy did not know yet that the realm he was born into was already cracking at its seams. We moved like shadows, quiet as the hush between crashing waves. I had studied the wards, tested them for days, tracing the cracks in the magical barriers with the precision of a blade. Tonight, they were weakest under the pale pull of the waning moon. This was our chance.
