Dr. Callum Vale has spent his career chasing the scraps of history other scholars overlook. Then, alone in the Dunmara University archives, he finds a ledger that should not exist. Clan Ravenshiel is described in precise detail during the Jacobite rising of 1745, yet every official record insists the clan vanished without leaving a name behind. The mystery leads Callum to Shielmere Glen, where old stories cling to the mist and the past is far less buried than he imagined. One step beyond the familiar world carries him into 1745 and into the hidden community he has been studying from centuries away. Elara knows the danger of strangers, soldiers, and prophecies disguised as promises. Callum knows too much about the battles waiting in her future and far too little about how changing them might destroy everything that follows. Their attraction grows between impossible conversations, shared secrets, and the quiet shock of being understood by someone separated from you by nearly three hundred years. But history is moving toward Crowsmoor, and Callum cannot pretend he does not know what is coming. Saving the people he has come to love could erase the evidence that led him to them. Doing nothing could make him complicit in the tragedy he once studied from a safe distance. With the glen itself seeming to guard secrets older than any archive, Callum must decide whether history is a fixed record, a living thing, or a door that opened because he was always meant to walk through it.
Dr. Callum Vale has spent his career chasing the scraps of history other scholars overlook. Then, alone in the Dunmara University archives, he finds a ledger that should not exist. Clan Ravenshiel is described in precise detail during the Jacobite rising of 1745, yet every official record insists...