basgiath war college · dragon bonding · survival · political intrigue · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · war setting · high stakes · marked one · romance
The wind screams across the stone bridge called Parapet, a narrow ribbon of death suspended between two cliffs. Below, the ravine swallows light into an abyss. You stand at its edge, the rebellion relic on your arm a brand of hatred for every cadet eyeing you. The first step is a choice: survive or feed the rocks. The others close in, and you feel the weight of their malice. "Good luck," a rider says, smirking. you, what's your first move?