LOGINThe shadows stilled around me, as if listening.The masked figure’s words echoed through the devastation.Why did your grandmother fear the full moon?My pulse roared in my ears.Grandmother Selene had never feared anything.She had stood before Alphas twice her size and made them bow with nothing more than her voice. She had faced rogues, hunters, betrayal—and never once did I see hesitation in her eyes.But the full moon…Memory flickered.The way she used to lock herself inside the old stone cellar once a year.The way she forbade anyone from approaching the northern cliffs on the brightest night of winter.The way her hands trembled—just once—when I asked her why.The vortex around me tremored in response to my thoughts.“You’re lying,” I said, though the certainty in my voice was fading.The masked figure took another step forward.The shadows parted again.They parted.Not torn open.Not forced.Yielded.That terrified me more than Damien ever had.Behind me, I heard Riven strug
“Now, the heir belongs to me.”Damien’s words didn’t echo.They settled.Heavy. Final.Something inside me cracked.Not fear.Not a weakness.Restraint.The ancient dagger in his hand pulsed in rhythm with my fading heartbeat. Riven’s arm tightened around me, his body a shield I could barely feel anymore.I was slipping.Not into unconsciousness.Into something deeper.“You don’t own me,” I whispered.Damien stepped closer. “You misunderstand. I don’t need to own you. I only need to awaken you.”The shadows at my feet trembled.Not because I summoned them.Because they heard him.I felt it then—the fracture in my control. The barrier I had spent my entire life building to keep the darkness contained.The healer’s fragment still burned faintly inside my chest. The dagger throbbed in my palm. Kael lay motionless. Riven’s pulse thundered against my back.And Damien smiled like he had already won.Something primal rose in my throat.Enough.I stopped fighting the drain.Stopped trying to
There was no saving them both.The realization tore through me like a blade.Kael’s arm drew back. His strike would be fatal this time—clean, direct, unstoppable.Riven shifted behind me, preparing to counter.If he moved, Kael would die.If I hesitated, Riven would.So I chose.I didn’t block.I redirected.The dagger in my hand burned as I twisted my wrist sharply and stepped into Kael’s attack instead of away from it. At the last second, I altered the current of power running through the blade—angling it sideways rather than forward.The air between us warped.Kael’s strike veered violently off course as if seized by an invisible hand. His blade tore past my shoulder instead of Riven’s heart, slicing through fabric and skin.Pain flared hot and immediate.But it wasn’t deep enough to kill.The redirected force exploded outward.Kael was thrown sideways, crashing into the frost-covered earth with a brutal thud. His weapon skidded across the clearing.Riven lunged toward me at the sa
I froze.The shadows that had struck Riven moments ago trembled behind me, then slowly began to recede—sliding back across the frost-bitten earth as if retreating from something stronger than themselves.From someone.Kael stood at the edge of the clearing.For a second, relief surged through me.He was alive. He was here.Then he lifted his head.His eyes were glowing amber.Not the warm gold I had known since childhood. Not the steady loyalty that had anchored me through every storm.This was something else.Something is wrong.“Kael?” My voice broke on his name.He didn’t answer.Riven, still braced against the wooden barrier, stiffened. “Aria,” he said quietly. “Step away from him.”The shadows at my back flickered uncertainly, as if confused. They didn’t rise. They didn’t attack.They simply watched.Kael took a step forward.His movements were rigid. Mechanical. As though he were walking through invisible chains.“Why are you here?” I asked, forcing calm into my tone. “You were
I didn’t sleep.The bloodstained note lay folded on my desk long after dawn brushed pale light across my chamber walls.Your mate will betray you first.I must have read it a dozen times. The words hadn’t changed. They still scraped against my thoughts like claws on stone.Riven stood by the window, arms folded across his chest, the early light carving sharp lines into his expression. He hadn’t spoken for several minutes.Finally, he turned to face me. “You believe it.”It wasn’t a question.“I don’t know what I believe,” I said honestly. “But someone wants me to doubt you.”“And you’re letting them.”I flinched at the bluntness in his tone.“I’m not,” I snapped. “I’m being cautious.”Riven crossed the room in three strides. He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, steady and grounding.“Then let’s end this,” he said.My brows knit. “End what?”“The doubt.”His hand lifted—not to touch me, but to gesture toward the door. “Training grounds. Now.”I s
The forest was too quiet.Moonlight spilled through the towering pines, turning the ground into a patchwork of silver and black. Every branch, every drifting mist of breath from my lips felt louder than it should have. I moved carefully along the northern patrol route, my boots pressing softly into the frost-covered earth.Normally, the night soothed me.Tonight, it felt like the woods were watching.The dagger rested beneath my cloak, strapped tightly against my side. Even through its sheath, I could feel the faint pulse of power humming through the metal—alive, restless, aware. Since the moment I had caught it mid-air in the vault, something inside me had changed.The shadows answered me now.Not just around me.Inside me.A cold wind slipped through the trees, carrying the distant scent of pine sap… and something else.Wolf.Not one of ours.My body stiffened instantly.I stopped walking.Silence swallowed the forest again, but the feeling remained—sharp and unmistakable. Someone w
The ashes hadn’t finished falling when I realized power is lonelier than fear.Smoke still curled through the shattered council chamber, thick with the stench of blood, burned stone, and magic gone feral. Bodies lay where authority once stood—elders, judges, men who had decided fates with lifted ch
I froze the moment the branch snapped beneath my boot.The night seemed to inhale around me, the forest going unnaturally still as the murmured voices I’d been listening to cut off mid-sentence. Moonlight filtered through the trees, silvering the damp earth and exposing me where I crouched behind t
The world comes back to me in pieces—heat first, then pain, then the weight of silence.Smoke coils thick and bitter around the shattered council chamber. Stone groans under its own ruin, embers falling like dying stars. I push myself upright, coughing, my palms sinking into ash and cracked marble.
The moment Riven moved, the air itself seemed to split.One heartbeat he stood rigid beside me—jaw tight, shoulders tense, fury barely leashed—and the next he lunged. The force of his movement cracked through the chamber like thunder, sending a shockwave across the stone floor.Damien met him head-







