Emily's POV — inside Lena’s bodyI caught a glimpse of my reflection in the shop window — and a part of me shattered.The face staring back wasn’t mine.Was this some cruel trick of the Veil?Panic clawed at my chest. How would I ever prove to anyone that the girl they were seeing wasn’t me? That somewhere behind this familiar face, I was trapped, screaming?One thing was clear: I needed Kieran and Lucien. Desperately.But how could I reach them? Would they even notice the difference?As I was dragged through the streets by the guards, people recoiled at the sight of me.Hatred burned in their eyes.Rotten vegetables, eggs, even animal filth rained down around me.I flinched under the assault, humiliated and confused.What had Lena done to deserve this much hatred? How had she turned the people against her so completely?We finally reached a dark, crumbling building.The guards shoved me inside a pitch-black room, and a childhood fear of the dark gripped me tight."Please! Don’t lock
EMILY – POVAfter being left alone to tend to my wounds, I curled into myself, shivering in the cold, damp cell. As the blood dried on my skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to a time when life was simple—when I was just a regular girl from Seattle. I hated the ache gnawing at my chest, this sense of longing that never went away. But there was nothing I could do.A guard returned, carrying a metal plate with something that barely resembled food. One whiff, and my stomach turned. I couldn’t hold it in. I vomited—right on his boots."You bitch! How dare you!" he shouted, enraged. Without warning, he kicked me hard in the stomach, the impact sending me crashing several feet across the floor.Pain bloomed in every inch of my body. I lay there, breathless and trembling, the agony consuming me. I was done. If this was the destiny the Moon Goddess had written for me, then I didn’t want it. I couldn’t keep going like this. My body ached, but the pain in my heart was far worse.Why, Goddess
EMILY – POVIt all happened in a blur.One moment, I was floating—suspended in that strange soul realm—and the next, I was violently pulled back into Lena’s body. My eyes snapped open just as the executioner gripped the switch that would release the massive blade hanging above my neck.He pulled it.I held my breath, bracing for death.But just as the blade began to fall, a loud explosion rocked the arena. The crowd screamed. The blade stopped—hovering mid-air, as if frozen by some unseen force.I blinked. I was still alive.Sabine’s figure burst through the chaos. She was locked in a brutal fight with the executioner, sword flashing in the chaos. Blood sprayed, and after one final strike, she killed him.Without a word, she cut through my bindings and pulled me to my feet.“Come on!” she shouted, yanking me into motion.“Where are we going?” I gasped, stumbling after her. I wasn’t sure I could trust her—she hadn’t exactly treated me kindly since I got here. Why was she helping me now
Kieran’s POVEver since that night I found myself unconsciously drawn to the dungeon where Lena was held, nothing had felt right. Something inside me shifted—and not just mentally. My instincts, my wolf, the very core of my being had begun to turn cold toward Emily. She had changed. Dramatically.I tried to ignore it at first. Blamed it on stress. The Veil. The war.But I couldn’t shake the truth. Emily wasn’t the same woman who once felt like the other half of my soul. The more time passed, the more I saw it—how she moved, how others responded to her. Rhaegos and Azara had practically started treating her like royalty. Not just with respect… but with submission. And the strangest thing was, she seemed to expect it.I took my concerns to Lucien, hoping we could look into it together—like real allies, maybe even like brothers. But he didn’t want to hear it. He blew up at me, accused me of being ungrateful, said I never truly trusted our mate. He even claimed I didn’t deserve her.It hur
Emily’s POVMy heart skipped a beat.The silence between Sabine and me was deafening—no words, just a shared, wide-eyed exchange of disbelief. This creature… it was supposed to attack us. We should be fighting for our lives. Or already dead.Instead, it bowed its head and spoke, its voice rumbling like thunder through the cavern.“Fear not, for I do not come to harm you. My mission is to save you… oh, Child of Destiny.”I blinked, unsure if I was dreaming or if the suffocating magic of this place was finally making me hallucinate. Still, my feet moved on their own, carrying me slowly toward the creature. My heart hammered in my chest.“How do you know who I am?” I asked cautiously as I reached out a trembling hand.“Emily, be careful,” Sabine warned, voice tight with fear. She kept a firm grip on her sword, her body angled protectively toward me.“I mean no harm, my lady,” the creature said again. Its voice was deep, laced with a language I’d never heard—yet somehow understood perfect
Kiran’s POVThe sky had changed.What once shimmered with moonlight now boiled with thick shadows, casting an eerie pall across the battlefield. More of my kind—my warriors, my brothers—were being turned. Hollowed out, controlled, twisted into monsters that no longer recognized friend from foe. They turned on one another with blind savagery.And at the center of the storm stood her.Emily. Or at least, the person who wore her face.She looked almost serene amid the carnage, her eyes glowing with that same sickly magic that pulsed through the corrupted Lycans. She moved like a conductor of chaos, feeding on the destruction, reveling in it.While our frontline fought desperately, I’d sent another regiment to escort the survivors to the mountain sanctuary—our hidden refuge, built in secret ever since the great betrayal. I’d always feared this day would come. That we’d need a way out. That our people would need a place to run.I turned my gaze back to Emily, if I could still call her that
Lucien’s POVNo matter what I saw, a part of me refused to believe it. I needed to believe that my Emily was still in there somewhere.When Kiran confronted me that day—told me how Emily had changed—I’d noticed it too. But I didn’t want to hear it. My heart wouldn’t let me. I lashed out at him, furious he would even suggest such a thing. That argument eventually shattered the fragile truce we shared.I’ve lived for centuries. I’ve seen deceit take many forms. But never did I imagine I’d fall for it myself.Still, I told myself it was infatuation. A passing doubt. A whisper of paranoia. Surely not the truth.Even Sabine—my most trusted warrior—came to me, hesitant but firm. “She feels... wrong,” she said. “It’s like someone’s wearing her skin.”I dismissed it. I dismissed everything. Until the day Kiran left the kingdom. That same evening, driven by unease, I went to Emily’s chambers.I knocked gently.“Come in,” came her voice—soft, melodic, almost... rehearsed.I stepped inside. She
Emily POV"Young lady you better make up or you will miss the train to school",this was Aunty May calling.Today I had slept in just like any other day."Be down in five",I answered as I tossed away the tempting quilt and walked into the bathroom.I took a quick cold shower and put on my floral dress and tied my black shiny hair into a pony tail.Gosh I was looking nice I guess."How many times do I have to call you down everyday.Enily dear you need to start being punctual and responsible right now you did not spread your own bed",Aunty Laura said."I will prepare it when am back okay.Love you",I said as I ran out to catch the train to Seattle from Tacoma ,Washington .As far as i have remembered it has always been me and my two Aunties and the weird craving they always drew around the house.Little has been said about my mother and everytime I try to pry them open it seems like a forbidden topic for them.I know when they are ready we will have that conversation.I was lucky I arrived in
Lucien’s POVNo matter what I saw, a part of me refused to believe it. I needed to believe that my Emily was still in there somewhere.When Kiran confronted me that day—told me how Emily had changed—I’d noticed it too. But I didn’t want to hear it. My heart wouldn’t let me. I lashed out at him, furious he would even suggest such a thing. That argument eventually shattered the fragile truce we shared.I’ve lived for centuries. I’ve seen deceit take many forms. But never did I imagine I’d fall for it myself.Still, I told myself it was infatuation. A passing doubt. A whisper of paranoia. Surely not the truth.Even Sabine—my most trusted warrior—came to me, hesitant but firm. “She feels... wrong,” she said. “It’s like someone’s wearing her skin.”I dismissed it. I dismissed everything. Until the day Kiran left the kingdom. That same evening, driven by unease, I went to Emily’s chambers.I knocked gently.“Come in,” came her voice—soft, melodic, almost... rehearsed.I stepped inside. She
Kiran’s POVThe sky had changed.What once shimmered with moonlight now boiled with thick shadows, casting an eerie pall across the battlefield. More of my kind—my warriors, my brothers—were being turned. Hollowed out, controlled, twisted into monsters that no longer recognized friend from foe. They turned on one another with blind savagery.And at the center of the storm stood her.Emily. Or at least, the person who wore her face.She looked almost serene amid the carnage, her eyes glowing with that same sickly magic that pulsed through the corrupted Lycans. She moved like a conductor of chaos, feeding on the destruction, reveling in it.While our frontline fought desperately, I’d sent another regiment to escort the survivors to the mountain sanctuary—our hidden refuge, built in secret ever since the great betrayal. I’d always feared this day would come. That we’d need a way out. That our people would need a place to run.I turned my gaze back to Emily, if I could still call her that
Emily’s POVMy heart skipped a beat.The silence between Sabine and me was deafening—no words, just a shared, wide-eyed exchange of disbelief. This creature… it was supposed to attack us. We should be fighting for our lives. Or already dead.Instead, it bowed its head and spoke, its voice rumbling like thunder through the cavern.“Fear not, for I do not come to harm you. My mission is to save you… oh, Child of Destiny.”I blinked, unsure if I was dreaming or if the suffocating magic of this place was finally making me hallucinate. Still, my feet moved on their own, carrying me slowly toward the creature. My heart hammered in my chest.“How do you know who I am?” I asked cautiously as I reached out a trembling hand.“Emily, be careful,” Sabine warned, voice tight with fear. She kept a firm grip on her sword, her body angled protectively toward me.“I mean no harm, my lady,” the creature said again. Its voice was deep, laced with a language I’d never heard—yet somehow understood perfect
Kieran’s POVEver since that night I found myself unconsciously drawn to the dungeon where Lena was held, nothing had felt right. Something inside me shifted—and not just mentally. My instincts, my wolf, the very core of my being had begun to turn cold toward Emily. She had changed. Dramatically.I tried to ignore it at first. Blamed it on stress. The Veil. The war.But I couldn’t shake the truth. Emily wasn’t the same woman who once felt like the other half of my soul. The more time passed, the more I saw it—how she moved, how others responded to her. Rhaegos and Azara had practically started treating her like royalty. Not just with respect… but with submission. And the strangest thing was, she seemed to expect it.I took my concerns to Lucien, hoping we could look into it together—like real allies, maybe even like brothers. But he didn’t want to hear it. He blew up at me, accused me of being ungrateful, said I never truly trusted our mate. He even claimed I didn’t deserve her.It hur
EMILY – POVIt all happened in a blur.One moment, I was floating—suspended in that strange soul realm—and the next, I was violently pulled back into Lena’s body. My eyes snapped open just as the executioner gripped the switch that would release the massive blade hanging above my neck.He pulled it.I held my breath, bracing for death.But just as the blade began to fall, a loud explosion rocked the arena. The crowd screamed. The blade stopped—hovering mid-air, as if frozen by some unseen force.I blinked. I was still alive.Sabine’s figure burst through the chaos. She was locked in a brutal fight with the executioner, sword flashing in the chaos. Blood sprayed, and after one final strike, she killed him.Without a word, she cut through my bindings and pulled me to my feet.“Come on!” she shouted, yanking me into motion.“Where are we going?” I gasped, stumbling after her. I wasn’t sure I could trust her—she hadn’t exactly treated me kindly since I got here. Why was she helping me now
EMILY – POVAfter being left alone to tend to my wounds, I curled into myself, shivering in the cold, damp cell. As the blood dried on my skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to a time when life was simple—when I was just a regular girl from Seattle. I hated the ache gnawing at my chest, this sense of longing that never went away. But there was nothing I could do.A guard returned, carrying a metal plate with something that barely resembled food. One whiff, and my stomach turned. I couldn’t hold it in. I vomited—right on his boots."You bitch! How dare you!" he shouted, enraged. Without warning, he kicked me hard in the stomach, the impact sending me crashing several feet across the floor.Pain bloomed in every inch of my body. I lay there, breathless and trembling, the agony consuming me. I was done. If this was the destiny the Moon Goddess had written for me, then I didn’t want it. I couldn’t keep going like this. My body ached, but the pain in my heart was far worse.Why, Goddess
Emily's POV — inside Lena’s bodyI caught a glimpse of my reflection in the shop window — and a part of me shattered.The face staring back wasn’t mine.Was this some cruel trick of the Veil?Panic clawed at my chest. How would I ever prove to anyone that the girl they were seeing wasn’t me? That somewhere behind this familiar face, I was trapped, screaming?One thing was clear: I needed Kieran and Lucien. Desperately.But how could I reach them? Would they even notice the difference?As I was dragged through the streets by the guards, people recoiled at the sight of me.Hatred burned in their eyes.Rotten vegetables, eggs, even animal filth rained down around me.I flinched under the assault, humiliated and confused.What had Lena done to deserve this much hatred? How had she turned the people against her so completely?We finally reached a dark, crumbling building.The guards shoved me inside a pitch-black room, and a childhood fear of the dark gripped me tight."Please! Don’t lock
Kiran's POVAlthough we had successfully crossed into the Veil, the air was thick with tension. Tharros’s expression didn’t help—it screamed trouble. I glanced around, spotting those familiar eyes watching me again. The same ones that stared at me from mirrors... eyes buried in darkness, paired with a crooked smirk.“What is it, Tharros?” I asked, already dreading the answer. Magic was never my thing, and this place felt like a cursed dream.“When we entered the Veil, we cracked its protective barrier,” he said gravely. “And now, something evil has slipped through. The Unforgotten have been summoned back into the land of the living.”That stopped me cold. My stomach twisted. We’d just unleashed an ancient nightmare—and someone out there was planning to start a war while we were stuck here.“What do we do now?” I asked, already moving faster.“We get to Emily,” Tharros said. “She needs to finish her final trial. After that, we return—fast.”As we headed for the celestial gates where Em
Priestess Azara“What do we do now?” Rhaegos, the old vampire, grumbled, his voice heavy with impatience.I didn’t even turn to look at him. “What do you mean, what do we do? We wait, obviously,” I said, moving toward my bookshelf. My fingers skimmed the aged spines until I pulled free a thick, dust-covered tome.I placed the ancient book on the wooden table and blew off the layer of dust. The musty scent of old pages and ink wafted into the air, oddly comforting. As I flipped it open, my fingertips brushed along the fragile paper until I found the section I needed.Rhaegos narrowed his eyes as he caught the title. “What are you doing with the Book of the Damned?”“What does it look like I’m doing?” I muttered, not looking up. “I’m seizing an opportunity.”“Opportunity? Does Maledicta know about this?” His questions came rapid-fire, his nerves clearly getting the better of him.“Of course she knows,” I replied sharply. “Do you really think I’d risk messing up her grand plan?” I continu