LOGINBorn into blood. Forged in cruelty. Trained to kill. Seventeen-year-old Sophie is the last heir of the original Hunter bloodline, raised under the merciless hand of her grandfather, the Grand Wizard. Every scar she carries was earned in his service, every ounce of her strength forged through his brutal demands. Among her peers, she’s earned another name—the Ice Queen—untouchable, unyielding, and impossible to break. But when the devastatingly charming Jax Kilsome strides into her life, Sophie’s carefully built walls begin to crack. With war against the Wolf Nation looming, she finds herself torn between her role as her grandfather’s heir and the unexpected family she discovers in her Hunter squad. For the first time, loyalty isn’t just about blood—it’s about belonging. As the Hunters prepare for their most dangerous campaign yet, Sophie must navigate treacherous alliances, the stirrings of her guarded heart, and the secrets of a bloodline that may be both her greatest weapon and her ultimate curse. Cold steel, fierce bonds, and forbidden fire—Sophie’s war is only just beginning.
View More(Pandoras Pov) TWO YEARS LATER Evergreen was quiet in a way that felt earned. Not the brittle silence that followed violence, nor the careful hush people kept when they were afraid of being overheard, but the deep, breathing calm that settled over land at the end of a long day. Fields stretched wide beneath the lowering sun, cicadas threading sound through the air. The earth itself seemed to loosen, as if it had finally exhaled after holding its breath for too long. Pandora stood at the kitchen window and told herself this was enough. The farmhouse crouched low against the land, weathered and imperfect. Paint peeled along the edges where the wind worried at it year after year. One porch step dipped slightly on the left side. Ethan had fixed it last winter, hammering until his hands blistered, muttering apologies when it didn’t come out straight. It still held. So did he. Pandora wiped her hands on a cloth and leaned her hip against the counter, bone-tired in a way sleep never
Sophie nearly laughed as they slipped down the corridor.“Come on,” Xavier murmured, glancing over his shoulder like a mischievous boy instead of a king. “We’re going to be late.”“Late for what?” Sophie whispered back, clutching Kaon closer as he wriggled happily in her arms.Xavier’s mouth curved. “You’ll see.”They moved quickly, ducking through side passages and lesser-used doors, avoiding the main halls where they could avoid people they knew. No one would miss them. Not for a little while.They had almost made it to the outer arch when a familiar voice stopped them cold.“And just where do you think you two are sneaking off to?”Betsy stood with her hands on her hips, eyebrow arched, clearly having clocked them the moment they tried to slip past.Sophie bit her lip to keep from laughing.Xavier straightened, schooling his expression into something serious. “Important Wolf Nation business.”Betsy’s eyes flicked to Kaon, then back to Xavier. “Is that so?”“Very important,” Sophie
(Magi’s Pov)Magi climbed the narrow spiral of the Mage Tower slowly, one hand resting against the stone wall as she ascended. The tower was old, older than most of the written histories, its steps worn shallow by centuries of careful feet. The air grew thinner the higher she went, not colder exactly, but charged, as though the tower itself listened. She had called the mages and Aurora away from the celebrations as they had a task to perform.She carried the stone wrapped in a simple cloth.Even concealed, it pulsed faintly, a steady warmth against her palm, patient and watchful.At the top, the chamber doors stood open.Fintan sat at the small round table near the window, pouring tea with deliberate care. Amara leaned back in her chair, eyes half-lidded in thought. Aurora stood near the balcony, gazing out across the Wolf Nation lands, sunlight catching in her hair.“You’re late,” Fintan said mildly.Magi smiled faintly. “Time has been strange since Wildbourne.”Aurora turned as Magi
The world was finally quiet.Not silent. Never silent. But softened, as though the land itself had exhaled after holding its breath for far too long.From the open window of their chambers, the sound of celebration drifted upward from the courtyards below. Music carried on warm air. Laughter rose and fell like waves. Voices were lifted not in command or fear, but in joy.The Wolf Nation was celebrating.Sophie sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion heavy in her bones, watching Kaon lie in his cot nearby. He was awake, fists waving lazily, cooing as if narrating a private story only he understood. Every so often, he kicked one tiny foot against the blanket and looked immensely pleased with himself.She smiled despite herself.Xavier stood beside her, loosening the formal clasp at his collar. The king, the warrior, the Lycan, all of it had finally eased. What remained was simply the man she loved, looking as worn and human as she felt.She leaned into him, resting her head against his a






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