LOGINElla’s POV“Welcome home, little queen .”Valerius’s voice slides through the pitch black like oil over water, smooth , amused, way too close, and the torches burst to life all at once, crimson flames leaping up the walls and painting everything in blood-red light .I jerk awake, heart slamming against my ribs , and cold silver bites into my palms the second I grab the bars around me. Thick bars, Rune-covered bars. A cage, My cage.“Easy now,” Valerius says, stepping into the light just beyond the bars, hands clasped behind his back, smile slow and sharp. “Wouldn’t want those pretty hands scarred before the court gets a proper look at you.”I spin toward the sound of chains rattling and there he is .Adrian.Three feet away in his own cage, on his knees, collar glowing like fresh coals, silver eyes locked on me and burning with fury .“Adrian,” I breathe, voice cracking on his name .He lunges forward, wraps his hands around his bars, skin smoking where silver touches flesh . “Ella, I
Ella “They’re not taking her. Not ever.”Adrian’s whisper is fierce in my ear, arms tight around me like he can shield me from the world with his body alone .I stir against his chest. “The cages. Tell me everything the scouts said.”He hesitates. “Three of them. Silver bars thick as my arm. Runes carved in old vampire tongue. One big enough for you. Two smaller. One labeled ‘queen.’ One labeled ‘pet.’”My stomach twists . “He thinks he’s funny .”“He thinks he’s winning,” Adrian says, voice dark. “He’s not.”I sit up, turn to face him. “We destroy them at dawn.”He nods. “Burn them. Melt them. Make sure they can’t hold anyone ever again.”We walk back to the pack circle hand in hand.Lucira meets us, face grim. “The runes are compulsion wards. Designed to dampen hybrid power and strengthen sire bonds.”Adrian’s grip tightens. “So if they get me in one…”“The collar will be permanent,” she finishes. “And if they get Ella…”“They won’t,” I say.Barion limps up. “We’ll need every fig
Ella “We’ll see .”Valerius’s words hang in the air like a promise and a threat . He turns, cape swirling, and the vampire army surges forward again .Adrian stands over me, sword raised, eyes silver and crimson warring.“Stay behind me,” he says, voice rough.“No chance,” I answer, pushing to my feet, golden fire flaring around my claws. “We fight together.”He glances at me, something fierce and soft in his eyes . “Together.”The battle crashes back in.We move like one person.He swings high, I duck low, claws raking legs while his sword takes heads.Every time we touch, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, the bond flares, golden light pouring strength into both of us.“Left!” I shout.He spins, blocks a blade meant for my back.“Right!” he calls.I slash, golden fire exploding three vampires to ash.Barion’s voice roars from the wall. “Hold the line!”Galeon laughs wild beside us. “They’re breaking!”We push forward, step by step, bodies piling.Between blows Adrian’s hand finds
Ella “Hello, little queen. Time to come home.”Valerius’s voice rolls over the battlefield like thunder wrapped in velvet . Every wolf around me stiffens. Every vampire straightens.Then Adrian steps fully into view.He’s at the front of the vampire line, armor black and shining, sword in hand, face blank except for those crimson eyes .My knees almost give out .“Adrian,” I breathe, and it’s too soft for anyone to hear but the bond carries it anyway .His head jerks like I slapped him .The fighting around us slows, then stops . Wolves and vampires both sense the air change, like the world is holding its breath .Valerius smiles wider. “Bring her to me, brother .”Adrian takes one step forward .Then another.I walk to meet him .The space between us feels like miles and inches at the same time .He stops an arm’s length away .“Adrian,” I say again, louder .His sword trembles in his grip .“Fight him,” I whisper.“I’m trying,” he rasps, and it’s his voice, real, raw, terrified .V
Ella “ELLA RUN!”Adrian’s scream rips through the bond like lightning straight to my heart. The wards shatter around us with a sound like the sky cracking open.Vampire horns answer from every direction, deep and hungry and too many.The pack freezes in the sacred circle, voices dying mid-chant.I’m already moving. “To the walls! Now!”Lucira grabs my arm. “Ella, the poison.....”“No time,” I snap, pulling free. “They’re here.”Barion roars orders, wolves scattering to positions even though half can barely stand.I run to the main gate, golden fire pouring from my hands, weaving it into a blazing wall across the entrance.“Hold the line!” I shout. “No one gets through!”Galeon staggers up beside me, claws out. “How many?”“Enough to end us,” I answer, fire flaring brighter.The first wave hits.Vampires swarm the outer wall, claws scraping stone, eyes crimson in the dawn light .Arrows fly from our side, weak but true.I throw golden fireballs, watch them explode against vampire ches
Ella “With pleasure.”Rael’s words fade into the wind as he turns back toward the stronghold , burned cheek still smoking, new vial heavy in his pocket. He walks like a man who’s already won .Back in the stronghold, the pack is barely breathing.I’m running from cot to cot in the healing hall, hands glowing golden as I pour every drop of strength I have into the sick.“Hold on,” I whisper to a little girl whose eyes are fluttering shut. “You’re stronger than this poison, you hear me?”She squeezes my finger once, weak.Vera is beside me, voice hoarse from hours of healing. “You’re spreading yourself too thin, Ella. You’ll burn out.”“They’re dying,” I answer, moving to the next bed, an old warrior coughing black bile . “I’m the only one who can fight it .”Lucira staggers in, face grey, leaning on the doorframe. “We lost three more this morning.”My heart sinks like a stone. “How many left fighting?”“Too many still down,” she says. “But the antidote with your blood is working . Slo







