She was sent to die. Then she met the monster.

Serena is sent into the snow expecting to die.

Instead, she ends up in a castle that feels alive, with a monster who becomes something very different after dark and a winter full of magic that keeps getting harder to explain.

Nothing feels safe.

Not the forest.
Not the castle.
Definitely not him.

And yet the longer Serena stays, the harder it becomes to work out whether she wants to escape or keep walking deeper into it.

Chaska comes to Scalebridge grieving his mum and looking for answers.

Then the fire starts.

Turns out having powers is a lot less fun when you’re the one expected to know what the fuck to do with them.

There are dragons, elemental powers and a group of people trying to work together without making everything worse.

But there’s also grief, responsibility, pressure and that horrible habit of thinking you have to carry everything yourself.

Being powerful is one thing.

Knowing what to do with it is another.