Chapter: LUNA WAR POV: ADIRA, YELITH, ROGUE ALPHA --- Adira couldn’t sleep. Not since the failed ritual. Not since Kade convulsed mid-claim and his wolf howled for a girl who should have been gone. Burned. Forgotten. Erased. She paced the breadth of her moonstone-tiled chamber, silk robes dragging behind her like wounded pride. The mirror of polished obsidian on the far wall fractured her reflection into seven shards, each one sharper, angrier than the last. But her mind didn’t stay here, in the present. It kept circling back — to the first time she’d tried to remove the problem before it had teeth. --- FLASHBACK It had been deep winter. The trees were still heavy with snow, the frost unmelted on the watchtowers. She had sent the rogues east that day. Not the loud, swaggering killers she used for intimidation, but a carefully chosen mix — hunters who could move silent as frostfall, and among them, a shadow. Her shadow. A spy she’d planted quietly, one the other rogues didn’t even know t
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Chapter: PACT OF THE HOLLOW POV: DORIAN, ARAYA --- The fire between them didn’t need tending. It pulsed from the earth itself. Not the usual kind — no flickering torchlight or kindling flame. This was deeper. A fire that hummed in the bones. That whispered in the cracks of ancient stone. That breathed through the silence like a memory trying to be born again. Dorian knelt at the mouth of the cavern, the glow of his torch licking his jaw. But his shadow stretched too long behind him — longer than it should’ve, as if it were reaching for something. No… someone. Araya. But she didn’t flinch. She hadn’t flinched since stepping out of the Hollowfire. Not once. Her silence wasn’t stillness anymore. It was a command. She walked like the forest had to answer to her. Like the gods were nothing but afterthoughts. Like she could burn time itself if it dared deny her. He knew now. This wasn’t just Araya. He spoke her name like a vow.“Nyxara.” She turned her head slowly. “You keep calling me tha
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Chapter: THE SHATTERED CLAIMPOV: KADE & RYVEN --- KADE He should’ve felt powerful. The Luna Ritual was complete. The ceremonial stones glowed. The chanting had stopped. The pack stood waiting, breathless and watching, as the sun dipped behind the cliffs and bled gold across the sacred altar. He was Alpha-born. He was meant to bite her. Bind her. Claim her. Adira stood at the centre of the circle in her golden robes and braided crown, everything the Elders had ever wanted. Her smile gleamed. Her eyes glittered with triumph. The bloodline would continue. The chaos would end. And Kade? He stood still. Cold. Hollow. Like a man walking into his own grave. Elders surrounded them in their dark cloaks, painting ceremonial runes into the dust with sacred ash. A priestess finished the final chant. One torch. Then another. The circle flared to life with flame. > “Begin the claiming,” came the command. Adira tilted her neck. “Do it,” she whispered. “Finish this.” He stepped forward. One brea
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Chapter: THE SKY THAT SPLIT POV: SELENE The Summit of Solara --- Aetheria did not tremble often. It was not built for fear. Not made for collapse. And yet, on this night, something deep beneath its divine bones began to fracture. The stars did not fall. The sky did not scream. But something worse happened. It went quiet. The kind of silence that exists before a scream. Before fire. Before the first god decided to defy their own reflection. Selene stood at the pinnacle of Solara, veiled in starlight and silver stillness, while the world she had once shaped with mercy began to twist beneath her feet. Beneath the spires, the Divine Council had descended into madness. The Pillars of Solara — which had never cracked even when the Reckoning tore through the eastern sky — now groaned like beasts being strangled in their sleep. The Mirror of Threads went dark first. Its glass bled. Not a metaphor. Not an omen. The holy mirror, meant to reflect the tapestry of fate, bled. And the oracles? T
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Chapter: THE HUNGER BENEATH POV: DORIAN The forest should have been still. But Dorian felt it. The shift. The rot. It had begun the moment she left the Hollowfire. Not a storm. Not a scent. A presence. Something ancient had stirred — turned its head — and started crawling toward them. He followed her, watching as she walked barefoot over ash. Araya — no. Nyxara — didn’t flinch anymore. She moved like the forest owed her breath. Like the trees should bend. Like silence should bow. And they did. Even the roots curled back. Even the wind hushed. But something else was rising. Something darker. And Dorian knew its name. Because once — long ago — it had spoken through him. Not in words. Never in words. It used memories. Regret. Echoes of truths too heavy to voice. It always came crawling after fire. A whisper rode the wind behind them — not a breath, not a voice. Ruin. > She is awake. She is on fire. She does not kneel. Someone was following her. Not to strike. T
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Chapter: EMPTY THRONE POV: SELENE Solara, Capital of Aetheria The Realm Between Stars The Veil had not broken in a thousand years. Not since the Sundering. Not since the last throne fell screaming. But tonight, under the trembling dome of starlight, it cracked — not with thunder, but with breath. With a name. Selene stood at the edge of the Mirror of Threads, where fate once flowed like water and prophecy shimmered in ripples. Now, it has shattered. Silver veins spiderwebbed across its surface. One by one, the threads snapped or coiled violently inward, as if recoiling from a truth too old to weave. The Council had gone silent. Not out of reverence. But dread. The Moon Goddess did not look at them. Her gaze was fixed on the jagged surface of the pool, her fingers dripping with light, her voice hoarse with something far older than grief. “We didn’t just wake her up,” Selene whispered. “We unleashed her.” The other gods shifted, uneasy in their seats of star-etched gold. The god o
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