登入POV: LioraThe chamber fell into a silence so profound that even the distant tremors shaking the mountain seemed muted for several heartbeats.Every face in the Hall of Kings was turned toward me.Warriors.Ancient rulers.Allies who had fought beside me through battles, betrayals, and impossible odds.Their expressions ranged from disbelief to concern, yet the emotion that unsettled me most was the pity I glimpsed in several eyes.Pity.As though they suddenly understood a burden I had yet to fully grasp myself.The Blade of Ardyn remained warm within my hands. Silver fire danced across its surface, casting shifting patterns along the stone floor. Each pulse of light seemed connected to the mark behind my shoulder, creating a rhythm that echoed through my entire body.The fragment lives inside you.Seraphine’s words continued reverberating through my mind.Every memory from the past few months suddenly appeared different.The strange visions.The bond awakening faster than anyone exp
POV: LioraThe silence that followed Lucien’s revelation seemed to stretch endlessly through the Hall of Kings.Every warrior stood frozen as they stared at the silver-haired woman standing near the entrance. The ancient rulers carved into stone watched from every side, their glowing eyes lending an eerie weight to the moment. Dust drifted through shafts of silver light while distant tremors continued shaking the mountain beneath our feet.Yet despite the chaos surrounding us, my attention remained fixed on Seraphine.Something about her presence felt familiar.Her face carried traces of the First Luna's features, though sharper somehow, touched by centuries of sorrow and wisdom. Her silver eyes held depths that made ordinary conversations feel insignificant. Looking into them felt like staring across endless years of history.Lucien was the first to recover.His voice emerged carefully.“You died during the Fall.”Seraphine smiled faintly.“History believes many convenient things.”T
POV: KaelThe laugh echoed through the mountain long after the sound itself should have faded.It rolled through ancient stone like a living thing, slipping through tunnels and forgotten chambers until every warrior standing inside the Hall of Kings felt its presence. A chill settled across the room, carrying a sense of triumph that made my wolf bristle with immediate hostility.Whoever stood beyond the final seal believed victory was within reach.That alone was enough to sharpen every instinct I possessed.Around us, fragments of broken stone continued falling from the cracked statues. Dust drifted through shafts of silver light while ancient runes flickered along the walls. The Hall of Kings, which moments earlier had felt majestic and eternal, now seemed dangerously unstable.The mountain was changing.Ancient systems were awakening.Old protections were failing.And somewhere beneath our feet, a battle older than any kingdom was approaching its conclusion.Liora remained beside m
POV: LioraThe sword hovered before me, suspended within a whirl of silver light that illuminated the Hall of Kings. Ancient runes glowed across its blade, their symbols shifting like moonlight dancing upon water. Every statue surrounding the chamber remained bowed, creating a sight so overwhelming that for several heartbeats I could only stare.Hundreds of rulers.Hundreds of warriors.Hundreds of legends preserved through centuries.All acknowledging me.The weight of that realization settled heavily upon my shoulders.Throughout my life, I had carried many titles. Daughter of Bloodmoon. Fugitive. Murderer. Rogue. Warrior. Mate. Heir.Yet standing inside that hall, surrounded by kings and queens whose names filled forgotten histories, every identity I had known seemed smaller than the truth unfolding before me.The voice that had spoken through the chamber belonged to something older than memory.Something that recognized a destiny I was still struggling to understand.“Take it.”Th
POV: KaelThe deeper we traveled beneath the Temple of Aurelian, the heavier the air became.Ancient power saturated every stone surrounding us. It lingered within the walls like an invisible presence, watching silently as we moved through corridors untouched by sunlight for thousands of years. The torches lining the passageway burned with silver flames rather than ordinary fire, casting pale light across carvings that seemed almost alive whenever shadows shifted.Each step carried us farther from the world above.Farther from armies and battlefields.Farther from familiar dangers.The mountain felt like a kingdom buried beneath history itself.Lucien walked near the front of our group, his expression growing more troubled with every chamber we crossed. Several times he paused to examine murals or faded inscriptions carved into the walls. Memories seemed to haunt him here.This place belonged to his era.Perhaps even his childhood.For the first time since meeting the ancient king, I
POV: LioraThe roar echoed across the valley long after the sound itself faded.Every wolf standing on the ridge remained frozen as the mountains carried the ancient cry from peak to peak. Thunder rolled through the darkening sky while distant flashes of lightning illuminated the enormous fortress below. Beneath those brief bursts of light, the Temple of Aurelian looked less like a structure and more like a living giant sleeping among the mountains.I could feel it.The power, the age and the history buried within those walls.The silver beam rising into the heavens seemed connected to something far older than any kingdom I had ever known. It pulsed steadily, like the heartbeat of a sleeping god.Beside me, Kael stood motionless.His gaze remained fixed on the fortress.The mate bond carried his emotions clearly.Concern, focus and determination.Every instinct inside him was already calculating how to reach the temple before Matthias achieved whatever goal had brought him here.Unfor
POV: LioraThe world beneath Nightbane was collapsing around us.Stone cracked overhead in violent bursts, dust pouring from the ceiling while the ancient crypt trembled like a living thing struggling to survive. Somewhere above us, wolves were fighting and dying. I could hear it through the deep f
POV: KaelThe moment we stepped fully into the circle, the world stopped pretending this was still a battlefield.The sound collapsed inward.Not vanished, but pulled tight, as if everything beyond the edge of the forming seal had been forced into silence. I could still see movement at the edges of
POV: LioraThe moment it moved, the world broke.There was no gradual return to battle, no transition back into the rhythm of swords and claws. The creature did not attack like an enemy that could be anticipated or countered. It struck like a force of nature, sudden and absolute, its mass colliding
POV: LioraI woke to the scent of cedar smoke and crushed wolfsbane.For a moment I did not know where I was.Pain drifted through me first, dull and heavy, before memory returned in jagged fragments. The courtyard. Matthias. Bram’s betrayal. The arrow. Kael’s arms around me. His voice breaking in







