Chapter 3
: Mist Fang Rises
The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.
The palace garrison was her target.
Nia had spent the past seven days carefully studying the palace grounds, mapping out the servants’ passages, the hidden stairwells, and the secret alcoves where she could slip unnoticed. She had bribed cooks, swapped out fragrances, and laced her garments with pheromone blockers to ensure her scent was untraceable. Every night, she sharpened her needles, coated with the venom of frozen fang wolves, and rehearsed her strike—one clean cut across the prince’s throat.
Her mission was clear: infiltrate the garrison, find the war ledgers locked in the vaults, and retrieve the documents that could finally bring down the emperor’s corrupt reign. But there was another task she couldn’t escape from: Ash. The boy who had saved her from the bullies, the one she had sworn to protect and kill all at once.
At the banquet, where Ash’s name would be lauded as the empire’s greatest weapon, Nia would finally learn the truth. Was he dead or enslaved? Would he remember her? Would she be able to pull the trigger and end his life for the vengeance she craved?
The evening was drawing near. Nia watched as the last of the servants prepared the hall. The glow of chandeliers reflected off the crystal goblets and polished silver trays, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Every detail was in place. Tonight, she would strike.
As she passed through the kitchens, a flicker of movement caught her eye. There, across the room, in the shadows by the back door, she saw him.
Ash.
His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon?
Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.
Ash turned. His gaze met hers.
For a moment, time stopped. He didn’t recognize her—of course not. She was a different person now, concealed beneath layers of vengeance and deception. But in his eyes, there was something—something familiar. A flicker of recognition that died before it could take root.
“Are you lost, maid?” he asked, his voice cold and commanding.
Nia’s breath hitched. The words were sharp, detached, like a stranger’s, but there was something beneath them—something she had once known so well. The boy who had once protected her was gone, replaced by the weapon the empire had forged.
“No, General,” Nia replied, her voice steady. “I’m just here to do my job.”
Ash’s gaze lingered on her for a heartbeat longer than necessary, his eyes narrowing, but then he turned away, brushing past her like she was nothing more than an insignificant servant. His soldiers followed him, and the moment was lost.
But Nia stood still, her pulse racing. She had never imagined this moment would feel so... empty. She had hoped that seeing him would ignite the fire of vengeance in her heart, but all she felt was a hollow ache—a longing for something she could never reclaim.
Tonight, the mission came first. But as she walked away, she couldn’t help but wonder—would her heart ever let her kill him?
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