Chapter 113: Silverfang’s Gate
Natalie~
I sat on the plush couch in Zane’s house at Vereth, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the mug in my hands. Across from me, Easter was curled up in an armchair, her hands clasped around her coffee mug as she stared into the distance, lost in thought. The only real movement in the room came from Tiger, who sat on the floor, utterly unbothered as Rose climbed all over him like a jungle gym.
My massive brother didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Every so often, he would grunt in amusement as Rose tugged at his thick golden-brown hair, her tiny hands clutching his ears like reins.
It was almost peaceful.
Then, the air shifted. A sudden gust of energy swept through the room, curling around my skin like a whisper of power. I tensed, my eyes snapping toward the doorway just as a shimmer of gold and black materialized before us.
Jacob.
He emerged from nothing, his tall frame settling into place as if he had always been there. In his right hand, he held the royal scepter—an artifact of gold and obsidian, glowing faintly with ancient power.
A slow grin spread across my face. "You got it."
Jacob, ever the picture of nonchalant confidence, twirled the scepter between his fingers before tossing it once in the air and catching it smoothly. "Of course, I did."
Easter sat up straighter, her green eyes widening in relief. "You’re back," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth she probably didn’t even realize.
Jacob turned his gaze to her, his usual cocky smirk softening just slightly. "Did you miss me?"