Deep in a mountain range that appears on no accurate map, Emberholt has been a refuge for dragon shifters since the first Burning — when the outside world decided what it couldn't understand needed to be destroyed.

The ward-gate opens for dragon blood only. Always has.

You found the pass because you recognised it. You've been dreaming about it for years — the cold of the mountain stone, the amber glow of the runes, the sound the thermal vents make at night. The gate opened before you touched it.

The Elder Triad is divided about what that means. Nobody has said so to your face. Not yet.