Chapter 102

Hundreds of rogues stared at me, their eyes sharp and judging. I stood frozen in the center of the ritual platform while the crystals around Varga and me glowed brighter, feeding the magic of the dome above us.

The old witch snapped the heavy silver collar around my neck. "Let's find out what gift awaits you during the third phase of the First Quarter Moon."

Pain shot through my veins, burning.

Varga circled me slowly. "The Rogue King seems very eager for this trial."

The last thing I saw before I blinked was the madness in Silas's eyes as he waited for me to get my new power.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was standing beside a roaring, wild river. The water churned, crashing against sharp rocks like something alive and dangerous. Dozens of wolves stood on the riverbank—women, children, and bloodied warriors. They all looked exhausted and terrified.

I looked around, my heart pounding in my chest. It was another memory,