LOGINThe mountain screamed. ⸻ Not shook. Not trembled. ⸻ Screamed. ⸻ The sound erupted from deep beneath the earth like a wounded god roaring in rage after centuries of imprisonment. ⸻ Every guardian immediately rose to their feet. ⸻ Hundreds of silver eyes turned toward the abyss. ⸻ The growling intensified. ⸻ The air became heavy. So heavy Amara struggled to breathe. ⸻ Something evil was rising. ⸻ Something ancient. ⸻ Something that should have remained buried forever. ⸻ Lucian immediately pulled Amara behind him. ⸻ His body tense. Golden eyes blazing. ⸻ Every instinct inside him was screaming danger. ⸻ Not wolf danger. Not enemy danger. ⸻ Extinction danger. ⸻ And somehow Amara felt it too. ⸻ The Guardian Bond connected them more strongly now. ⸻ His emotions flooded into her. ⸻ Protectiveness. Rage. Fear. ⸻ Fear. ⸻ Amara froze. ⸻ Lucian never feared anything. ⸻ Yet right now? ⸻ He was terrified. ⸻ Not for himself. ⸻ For her. ⸻ T
The palace was breaking apart. Cracks spread through the crystal walls like spiderwebs, glowing silver before splintering into thousands of glittering fragments. Moonlight flickered. The beautiful kingdom surrounding Amara was dying. ⸻ And the Moon Queen looked afraid. ⸻ That terrified Amara more than anything. ⸻ A woman who had ruled an entire bloodline. A woman powerful enough to command armies. A woman whose memory had survived centuries after death. ⸻ Afraid. ⸻ The Queen grabbed Amara’s hands tightly. ⸻ “You have to listen.” ⸻ The urgency in her voice made Amara’s pulse race. ⸻ “What is it?” ⸻ The Queen looked toward the darkening sky above the crystal palace. ⸻ “The first war.” ⸻ Amara frowned. ⸻ “The war with Blackthorne?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ The answer came immediately. ⸻ The Queen’s expression darkened. ⸻ “Before Blackthorne.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The palace shook violently. ⸻ Chunks of crystal shattered from the ceiling. ⸻ The Queen barely seemed to
The voice echoed through the mountain. Cold. Ancient. Powerful. ⸻ “Not yet.” ⸻ Every guardian froze instantly. Their silver eyes glowing brighter beneath the moonlit energy flooding the tunnel. ⸻ The atmosphere changed. ⸻ Even the air felt heavier. As if something far older than the mountain itself had just awakened. ⸻ Amara’s heartbeat thundered violently inside her chest. Because she knew that voice. ⸻ She had heard it before. In visions. In dreams. In flashes of memories that didn’t belong to her. ⸻ The Moon Queen. ⸻ The guardians remained kneeling. Silent. Waiting. ⸻ Victor’s face had gone completely pale. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ For the first time since she met him— Victor looked genuinely terrified. ⸻ Not angry. Not obsessed. Not arrogant. ⸻ Afraid. ⸻ Lucian noticed immediately. ⸻ And so did Amara. ⸻ Which meant one thing. ⸻ Whatever was happening now wasn’t part of Victor’s plan. ⸻ The mountain shook again. ⸻ Silver light erupted from the g
The darkness moved. ⸻ Not one creature. Not ten. ⸻ Hundreds. ⸻ Silver eyes opened beneath the mountain like stars awakening in a nightmare sky. ⸻ Every direction Amara looked— More eyes appeared. ⸻ Watching. Waiting. ⸻ The air became suffocating. ⸻ Even the hybrids trembled. ⸻ Malakai backed away another step. Then another. ⸻ Amara had never seen fear on his face before. ⸻ Now it was everywhere. ⸻ “No…” ⸻ His voice sounded broken. ⸻ Victor’s confidence vanished instantly. ⸻ Because whatever he expected— This wasn’t it. ⸻ “This isn’t possible.” ⸻ The mountain rumbled violently. ⸻ One of the silver eyes blinked. Then another. ⸻ The creatures below were waking. ⸻ All of them. ⸻ Lucian’s hand immediately found Amara’s. ⸻ The bond pulsed powerfully. ⸻ Protective. Steady. ⸻ Grounding. ⸻ Amara squeezed his hand without thinking. ⸻ Lucian glanced toward her briefly. ⸻ For one second— The chaos disappeared. ⸻ Then the mountain crack
The eye blinked. Slowly. Deliberately. ⸻ And the entire mountain trembled. ⸻ Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. ⸻ Because the eye alone was larger than a wolf. Larger than Malakai. Larger than anything Amara had ever seen. ⸻ A silver iris glowed from the darkness below the shattered earth. Ancient. Endless. Alive. ⸻ Amara’s blood turned cold. ⸻ “What…” Her voice barely emerged as a whisper. ⸻ “…is that?” ⸻ No one answered. ⸻ Because no one knew. ⸻ Not even Malakai. ⸻ The giant hybrid stared at the eye in visible horror. ⸻ “Impossible.” ⸻ Victor smiled. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ The mountain shook again. ⸻ “Forgotten.” ⸻ Another crack split through the ground. ⸻ A deep growl echoed upward. The sound ancient enough to make every wolf in the tunnel instinctively lower their heads. ⸻ Even Lucian froze. ⸻ Not from fear. ⸻ From instinct. ⸻ Alpha instinct. ⸻ Something below outranked every predator present. ⸻ And that realization was terrifying. ⸻ Amar
The mountain shook. ⸻ Stone cracked overhead. Dust rained from the ceiling. ⸻ And for one terrifying second— Nobody moved. ⸻ Victor stared at Amara. Lucian stared at Victor. ⸻ The air itself felt charged. ⸻ Dangerous. ⸻ Like something ancient was waking beneath the earth. ⸻ Amara pressed a hand against her chest. ⸻ Pain exploded through the bond. ⸻ Not physical pain. ⸻ Something deeper. ⸻ Power. ⸻ Too much power. ⸻ The silver mark beneath her collarbone burned brighter than ever before. ⸻ Lucian noticed immediately. ⸻ “Amara.” ⸻ His voice sounded distant. ⸻ The world suddenly felt strange. ⸻ Blurry. ⸻ The tunnel disappeared. ⸻ And another vision slammed into her. ⸻ She stood beneath a crimson moon. ⸻ Thousands of wolves surrounded her. Silver wolves. Black wolves. Golden wolves. ⸻ An army. ⸻ And at the center stood a woman. ⸻ Beautiful. Powerful. Radiant. ⸻ Her silver-white hair danced in the wind. Moonlight glowing around h
The hallway felt longer this time. Amara walked beside Lucian, trying not to show how strange everything felt. Every step made her hyper-aware of the people around them. Or rather… The wolves. She could feel their eyes on her. Everywhere. Watching. Judging. Some curious. Some hostile. It
The door opened slowly. The metal creaked softly, the sound echoing through the dim chamber. Amara barely heard it. Her body lay on the cold floor, chest rising and falling weakly as exhaustion pulled at every muscle. The fight had drained everything from her. Even breathing felt heavy now. Foo
Amara couldn’t move. Her body locked in place as her eyes strained against the darkness. Those eyes… They were real. Not her imagination. Not fear playing tricks on her mind. They were watching her. Waiting. Her breath came out slow. Shaky. “What… is this…” she whispered. No answer. Onl
Amara didn’t think. She just ran. Her bare feet slammed against the cold marble floors as she pushed herself forward, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead of her—dark, unfamiliar, suffocating. Her heart pounded violently. Too fast. Too loud. Ever







