~ Isabella’s POV

The day had finally arrived—the day I would meet the witches, wizards, and emissaries who held the power to turn the tides in our favor. As I sat in my office, surrounded by stacks of maps and documents, I couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension that had taken root in my chest. This meeting was critical. If I failed to convince them, our chances against Lucian and his forces would dwindle to almost nothing.

A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

The door opened, and my emissary, Nolan, stepped in, followed...