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• Whispers of Frost and Fire   Chapter 85: Understanding

  Aury's POVWe woke up, and it was snowing. I shouldn’t have been surprised or mesmerized given where we lived—but I was. The way the snow fell into each tree, settled softly on the rooftops of the pack houses... there was something so beautiful and magical about it all. These small moments of peace were rare now, and I clung to them like warmth on a bitter day.“We need to prepare for what’s to come,” Rhett said, his voice grave.“What is coming?” I asked, though part of me already knew.“These attacks started years ago, but the frequency is rising. Since you arrived, they’ve accelerated. And with one demon dead, the others will strike harder. I think a war is coming. Wolves versus demons.”“We need more information. About everything—about me, about my powers,” I said firmly.“I’ll start looking,” Rhett answered, pulling on his clothes. “I’ll be back later.”“I’m coming with you.”He hesitated. “No.”Of course. That wasn’t a surprise.“You can’t do everything yourself, Rhett. Let me h

• Whispers of Frost and Fire   Chapter 84: Embers

  Aurelia’s POVThe cabin was quiet, save for the occasional creak of old wood adjusting to the cold. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside, it was warm, dim, intimate—like a space carved out of time.Rhett stood by the window, bare-chested, the moonlight sketching every line of muscle along his back and shoulders. His hair was damp from the shower, and his stance was tense—like he was holding the weight of the entire world on those broad shoulders. His wolf was close. I could feel it just under his skin.He hadn’t said much since the fight. Not with words.But I could feel everything he was holding back.I stepped into the room in nothing but one of his shirts—thin cotton hanging loosely over my skin. His scent was all over it. Woodsmoke and cedar and something purely him. As soon as I moved closer, his shoulders stiffened.“You’re still on edge,” I said softly.He didn’t turn, but his voice found me. “I almost lost you today.”I cr

• Whispers of Frost and Fire   Chapter 83: Power

  Aury’s POV“Ares… what was that?” I asked, still catching my breath. My heart was pounding, not from fear, but awe. I had seen my twin fight before—he’d always been fierce, fast, and skilled—but never like this. That wasn’t just a warrior move; that was magic. He had drawn from me, and somehow, armor and weapons had formed from my own element. “You had a full suit of ice armor—trimmed with energy. It was… like watching a god.”“I don’t know,” Ares said, his brows furrowed. “I just felt it—your power. It was like… like you’re this endless well, and I reached into it. Not to take, exactly. It felt more like… like it offered itself up to me.”Rhett’s eyes narrowed sharply at that. He took a step closer, his hand possessively finding its place on the small of my back.“You drew from her?” he asked, his tone tight.“I didn’t mean to—” Ares looked guilty, his usual cocky confidence nowhere in sight. “It was instinct. I saw the demon about to get the upper hand, and… something inside me just

• Whispers of Frost and Fire   Chapter 82: Twins

  Chapter 82: Twins Ares’s POVI knocked on the cabin door, knuckles rapping lightly against the aged wood. I knew she should be in the pack house by now—she was the Luna, after all—but something told me she’d be here. She always preferred her quiet corners. Privacy meant safety to Aurelia. And I could feel her, stronger than ever.That was the strange thing—our twin bond. It had always given me an edge when it came to her. An intuition. A magnetic pull.But lately? It was more than instinct.Ever since I got my wolf… ever since she got hers… ever since she mated with an Alpha wolf… that connection had turned into something electric. Almost spiritual. Her energy ran through me like threads of moonlight stitched to my bones.Just as I lifted my hand to knock again, the night shattered.A low growl ripped through the silence. Not just any growl.This wasn’t wolf.It was deeper. Older. Wrong.I turned slowly, and about two hundred yards away, bathed in moonlight, I saw it.The same demon

• Whispers of Frost and Fire   Chapter 81: Binds

  Ares’s POVMy birthday wasn’t what I expected. But it was fun—different.Jeremy and Shanika threw a party for me. The entire pack showed up, loud and lively, their laughter echoing into the Arizona twilight. I felt appreciated, celebrated, even loved.But I was missing something. Someone.My family.The one person who had always shared this day with me.Aurelia.Even as I smiled and accepted gifts, the absence was like a weight in my chest. We’d always done this together—our silly twin rituals, late-night cake, shared wishes whispered under the stars. This year, she was in Alaska. With him.And then, just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, the sky darkened unnaturally fast.The air shifted. Electric.And then I felt it.Like a punch to the gut, Aurelia’s energy flared bright through our bond, like a beacon in a storm. But then, just as quickly, it sputtered and wavered. Flickered like a dying flame.A knot tightened in my chest.“Aury,” I whispered.Aros, my wolf, stirred vio

• Whispers of Frost and Fire   Chapter 80: Attack

  Aurelia’s POVI woke up with the sun pouring in through the window, warm and golden across the bedsheets. It was already high in the sky—well into the afternoon by the look of it. I turned, feeling the comforting ache of a night spent tangled in each other’s arms, and found Rhett lying next to me. His eyes fluttered open just as I looked at him, and a lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face.A wave of happiness washed over me. This… this was home.“Good morning, Moonbeam,” Rhett murmured, his voice husky from sleep.“Moonbeam?” I laughed softly, stretching. “That’s new.”“You can’t be sunshine,” he teased, propping his head up with one hand. “You burn after being outside for more than a minute. So Moonbeam it is. Soft, elusive, and mine.”I rolled my eyes. “How long have you been saving that line?”He shrugged, smug. “Not long. It just came to me. I’m inspired.”I snorted, then sighed, sinking into the warmth of the moment. “I’m happy,” I said quietly, meeting his eyes.“Me too,”