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The silver light was gone, but the air still felt thick and wrong. The sacred clearing smelled of fresh rain, iron, and something ancient—like the moon itself had cracked open here.
Kael, the father, ran through the woods without a sound. He was not the Alpha, but his instincts were just as sharp. He had been close, waiting for the massive power shift he knew was coming. He stopped just outside the clearing, his heart beating fast and heavy in his chest. He saw her. Xi'an lay on the moss and earth, pale and still. Her once-glowing skin was now dull, covered in sweat and streaks of mud. In her arms, the newborn baby was wrapped tightly in a thick piece of linen. Kael’s warrior training held back his fear. He forced his legs forward. He didn’t look at Xi'an’s face; he looked at the ground, searching for threats. Then he saw the signs. The air was frozen around them, but the dirt beneath Xi'an was burned clean, as if struck by lightning. A low, silver sheen still dusted the baby’s tiny body and the cloth she was wrapped in. This was not the light of a regular birth. This was the light of the gods. Kael knelt by Xi'an, his hands shaking as he touched her neck. Her pulse was weak—too weak—but steady. She was alive. “Xi’an,” he whispered, his deep voice cracking. “My love, what have you done?” Her eyes, which used to shine with the light of the Moon Goddess, opened slowly. They were empty. The spark, the core power that made her Xi’an, was gone. She was looking, but her spirit was far away, clinging to the edge of the world. She weakly pushed the baby forward, forcing Kael to take her. “Xian’na,” Xi'an breathed. The name was only a wisp of sound. “The Alpha.” Kael carefully took the infant. His large, scarred hands felt clumsy holding the small, perfect bundle. The moment his skin touched hers, a shock went up his arm. It was a wave of pure, cold power—the strength of a hundred Alphas, clean and new. His own lesser wolf instinct bowed down instantly, recognizing the true power it now faced. He looked into the baby’s eyes. They were wide open, holding the moonlight, showing no fear or confusion. She was less than an hour old, yet she looked into his soul with the cold confidence of an ancient queen. The realization hit Kael like a punch to the gut. Xi’an had not just given birth; she had emptied herself. She had given up everything to make this one perfect child. She was just Kael's mate now, the mother of his children, not the Alpha of Alphas. He held his new daughter, Xian’na, tight, tears finally stinging his eyes. He looked back at Xi'an, who had already slipped back into the darkness of exhaustion. “The debt is paid,” Kael murmured to the still forest. “The prophecy is born. Now, the hunting begins.” He knew they could not stay here. The massive energy release would be felt across the world by every creature that hunted power. He had to secure the Alpha of Alphas and hide her before the sun rose.xian'na pov the silence was absolute, a perfect, heavy blanket over the Floating Island. After the deafening, brutal gale, the stillness felt more unnerving than the chaos had. The ancient, moss-covered wooden house sat twenty feet away, across a gulf of empty air, humming with a deep, untouchable power. I stood on the edge of the island, my naked body covered in goosebumps, watching Samuel. He took a step away from me, moving further onto the moss. He pointed to his position, then back to the house. "Do not simply cross the void, Xian'na," he commanded, his flat voice cutting through the heavy quiet. "You have silenced the air, but silence is merely an absence of noise. Command the wind to serve as your transport. I want to see you fly from your position to mine, and then jump the rest of the way." The request was a new degree of difficulty. I had managed to freeze the atmosphere, but that took immense concentration and a full channel of my will. Now, I had to create controlle
xian'na pov The air wasn't just cold; it was a living, malicious entity. The moment the white light of my transformation faded, and I stood as Xian'na—frail, human, and naked—the wind became an enemy. It hit me like a solid, icy fist. My feet slid on the damp, spongy moss, and I stumbled, a desperate gasp tearing from my throat. I threw my arms out, not to block the gale—that was impossible—but to somehow anchor myself. The roar was deafening, a constant, high-pitched scream that swallowed all other sound. Around me, the chaos wasn't random. The wind whipped itself into tight, angry miniature tornadoes, their funnels thin and dark, spinning debris up into the sky before shattering against invisible walls of pressure. One of them screamed past my head, so close I felt the brutal suction tear at my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut against the stinging grit and the fear that threatened to paralyze me. Absorb it, little one. The body is the conductor, not the shield, Xiuan whispered,
xian'na pov "Good," I managed, nodding firmly, my voice steadier than I felt. "Let’s not waste any more time then, Samuel. Show me what I need to do." The war could wait a little longer, but the Queen could not. Samuel’s eyes flickered, the only visible sign of life in his entire frame. The golden light in his pupils was cold, like distant stars. He took a single, deliberate step forward, addressing the entire room in that same, perfectly flat monotone. "Controlled simulation is over," Samuel declared. "This final stage requires direct communion with the source power of the world. To learn true control, the Holy Power must flow with the fundamental forces, not simply be caged in theory." He turned his focus entirely to me, the Holy Wolf within sensing the unsettling pressure of his gaze. "You will remain in your human vessel for this training, Xian'na. The vessel’s current weakness is its greatest challenge. You must prove it can absorb and anchor pure elemental energy without
Davon pov The journey back toward the desolate Ironwood Territory felt less like travel and more like falling. James’s report—spies moving specialized equipment toward Seraphina’s origin point—had injected a corrosive acid of urgency into my blood. All I could think about was the clock, racing against a deadline I couldn't yet see. Samuel kept pace beside me, silent, his attention inward. I focused on the practical element, relying on the breadcrumbs dropped by contacts who owed me favors, tracing routes only the most desperate or the most arrogant would utilize. "They’re using old, forgotten trails," I stated, the tightness in my voice reflecting the concern in my chest. "The equipment is heavy, bulky. This isn't just a supply run; it's a construction project." Crossing the territorial line into Ironwood was an immediate, sickening change. It was like walking into a lungful of stagnant air. The moon, usually a brilliant anchor, seemed dim and sickly here. The trees were the w
Davon's Pov I ignored the sharp, insistent chime on my secure wrist communicator—the alert that told me Kelvin and James had just aborted Xian’na’s training session. Isaac would handle it; he was the master of control, and James was the master of brute force. The fact that they were working together meant the outcome was the most strategically sound it could be. My focus, for now, had to remain on the dark chess board Seraphina had laid out. I was currently in a small, windowless command bunker deep beneath the Green Moon castle, a space Kelvin had graciously provided for our intelligence work. It was stark, clean, and terrifyingly efficient, smelling of sterile metal and ozone. Samuel sat opposite me at a sleek, matte-black console. My youngest brother was the quiet force of the group, and his skills lay not in strength or strategy, but in connecting people. His Red Moon network—a vast, ancient web of whispers, trade routes, and deeply loyal informants—was the oldest and most
James’s presence in the Black Box was instantly overwhelming. He filled the space, eclipsing the technological hum of the room with the sheer, raw intensity of his Alpha power. He didn't look like a strategist or a king; he looked like a force of nature—a storm contained in muscle and bone. I tried to push myself up, still weak from the battle with Kelvin’s drone. James didn't offer a hand. He simply waited, his silver eyes blazing with an impatient ferocity that bypassed my mind and spoke directly to my trembling spine. “Get up, little sister,” James growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that promised agony. “Kelvin taught you how to use a shield. He taught you how to command the power with your thoughts. I don’t care about your thoughts.” I struggled to my feet, bracing myself. “What is Phase Two?” James gave Kelvin a dismissive glance. “Kelvin deals in data. I deal in blood. You spent twenty years being the maid—flinching, hiding, apologizing for your presence. That







