Chapter 53 - A New Mark

I awoke before the dawn, my heart thrumming like a war drum in my chest. I looked through the narrow arrow-slit window of the chamber I was using in Fangreach's High Tower and saw the first grey light of morning depositing its pale wash over the silver‑edged spires onto the exercise yards below. Today's events were the finale of months of trials, bloodshed and tortured diplomacy. And today we would establish the Alliance of Three Clans by the light of one of our three ancestors, the Silver Moon.