“Who do you choose?” Kael’s voice cut through the silence, sharp as the blade still in his hand.My breath caught. Everyone was staring at me, Kael’s anger blazing, Thorne’s worry etched into every line of his face, and Riven’s dark, unreadable gaze.I could still feel the silver wolf’s voice curling through my mind.“Choose me, daughter. Or watch them burn.”“I don’t…” My throat tightened. “I don’t choose any of you.”Kael flinched like I’d struck him.Thorne’s hand dropped from my arm.Even Riven’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with something close to pain.“I can’t choose when I don’t even know what I am anymore,” I whispered, my voice breaking.“Do you think I want this? Do you think I like feeling like a bomb about to explode?”Kael’s knuckles whitened on his sword hilt. “Then what are you going to do, Rory? Keep letting that fire use you until it kills us all?”“Kael—” Thorne started, but Kael turned on him.“Don’t defend her,” Kael snapped. “You saw what happened. You saw w
I ran forward, white fire bursting from my hands. The beast screeched as my flames tore through it, dissolving its body into ash.But Kael… Kael was looking at me differently. Like he’d seen something in that fire that terrified him.The wolf prowled closer, its voice like molten iron.“You feel it, don’t you? That power isn’t theirs. It isn’t the Gate’s. It’s mine. Yours. And if you want to protect them, you need to stop pretending you can do it without me.”Thorne shifted back to human, blood smeared down his side, and grabbed my arm. “Rory, don’t.Don’t listen to her. Whatever she’s offering—”“I’m not offering,” the wolf interrupted, flames flickering hotter around its paws. “I’m telling her the truth. The triplets can’t protect her. Celeste will kill them one by one. The only way Rory survives is if she becomes what she was born to be.”“What does that even mean?” I demanded.The wolf’s eyes burned into mine.“It means the prophecy isn’t about your mates. It’s about you. Three th
The courtyard froze.Not one soldier moved. Not one breath dared to rise louder than the slow crackle of fire licking the ruins of the wall.The wolf, the silver-fire beast, stood there, its gaze locked on me.And I couldn’t move.Because it had called me daughter.“What the hell is that?” Kael demanded, stepping forward with his sword drawn.“I… I don’t know,” I whispered.The wolf’s golden eyes flared brighter.“You don’t remember me. Good. It means Celeste hasn’t won yet.”Its voice rolled through my bones like thunder, not just heard but felt.“What do you want?” Thorne growled, shifting halfway to wolf form, his body coiled and ready to strike.The wolf didn’t even look at him.It just stepped closer, fire trailing where its paws touched the stone.“I want her.”“Over my dead body,” Kael snapped, moving to block me.The wolf tilted its massive head, almost amused.“If I wanted you dead, pup, you wouldn’t have seen me coming.”The pack soldiers flinched at that, some backing away
Kael’s jaw tightened. “If that’s what it takes—”“Shut up!” Thorne growled, stepping between us. “She’s not killing herself for your fear.”Kael glared at him. “You’re too soft for her. That’s why this is happening—”“Say that again,” Thorne snarled, shifting fully into his wolf form, fur bristling.“Enough!” I roared, my voice breaking like thunder. My mark flared bright white, sending a pulse of heat through the air that knocked both of them back.Celeste laughed, even as she bled from a slash across her face.“You see? She can’t even control her mates anymore. How long until she burns you all?”Riven staggered into the courtyard then, his chest still bleeding but his eyes locked on me.“Rory,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Call her back.”“I can’t.”“Yes, you can,” he said, stepping closer despite his wounds. “She’s you. She’s everything you’ve been trying to bury—your rage, your hunger, your wolf. If you don’t call her, she’ll take control.”“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voic
Riven’s blood was still warm on my hands.I knelt beside him, pressing my palms to the gashes across his chest, but they wouldn’t stop bleeding.“Stay with me,” I whispered, voice breaking.His breath was shallow. “You… burned it,” he rasped. “You killed her.”“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t kill her. I just—”The words stuck in my throat.Because I could still feel her.The shadow.Waiting.Then the ground trembled.Not a small tremor. Not the kind that passed in a breath.This was a deep, rolling quake that cracked the stone walls of the fortress and sent dust raining from the ceilings.“What is that?” Riven groaned, trying to rise.“Don’t move!” I snapped.But the sound that followed froze my blood.A low, thunderous howl.Not from wolves.Not from anything alive.The Gate itself was screaming.The Seer’s voice cut through the chaos from the outer hall.“Rory! Get to the courtyard! Now!”I wanted to stay with Riven, but the heat in my mark pulsed like fire in my veins.Som
I didn’t have an answer.Not when part of me wanted to claw its way free.Not when part of me wanted to burn everything just to stop feeling so helpless.Later That Night,The fortress was too quiet.Even the wind felt like it was listening.I sat alone in my room, staring at the moonlight slicing across the floor. My hands shook. Mymark pulsed like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.“Why fight it?” the shadow whispered.“We’re the same blood. The same teeth. Let me help you.”I squeezed my eyes shut. “You’re not me.”Her laugh curled around my spine.“I am. You just don’t like what you see when you look at me.”The door creaked open.Riven stepped inside, silent as ever.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.I shook my head.He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying me with that unreadable look.“You’re scaring them,” he said softly.“I’m scaring myself,” I admitted.Riven walked over, crouched so we were eye-level.“Then stop hiding from her,” he said. “Meet her head-on.”“I tried.”