Queen Chiara’s opal necklace, given to her baby, then passed down my family line. The visions my mother received, that I received—disjointed, overwhelming, and eventually all-consuming, but containing truths. Anassa, a direwolf of immeasurable power who had waited years for a rider, then forced a bond on someone unwilling. The crown of leaping wolves on my brow that feels as if it’s meant to be there.
