Isla's POV
The Arena of the Twin Moons was built into the side of a mountain, ancient stone carved with runes that glowed silver in the pre-dawn darkness. Hundreds of wolves from all Five Territories filled the stands, here to watch the Trials. To watch us either heal our bond or die trying.
"I can't believe this many people showed up," I said quietly.
"The Trials haven't been attempted in fifty years," Professor Nightshade explained. She stood with us at the entrance, looking worried. "And never by a Silvermoon heir and a Blackthorn prince. This is historic. Everyone wants to see what happens."
What she didn't say: everyone wanted to see if we'd fail. If the prophecy would die here, in this arena, before it could come true.
"Where's your father?" I asked Daemon.
His jaw tightened. "Front row. Right where he can watch me die."
