Gannon’s POV

The moment Lola told me about Kael’s warning, something in me shifted.

It wasn’t fear.

It was instinct.

The kind that had kept me alive through war, betrayal, and countless enemies.

I stood on the eastern watchtower at dusk, the wind tugging at my coat. Below, the tree line blurred into mist. The Foglands, no-man’s territory, sprawled endlessly in that direction. Too quiet. Too still.

I hated it.

Lola stood beside me, her arms folded, her jaw set. She reminded me so much of Elenora in that moment it nearly undid me.

“Kael said the rogues are moving from the east,” she said.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “And rogues...