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Chapter 49

Author: V. Ballard
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-12 05:53:20

Blake’s POV

The night split open with her howl.

I had heard Amara’s cries before—battle shouts, gasps of pain in training, even the sharp edges of her anger when she lost control of her magic. But this sound… this sound was something else. It was raw, vast, reverberating with power that did not belong to any ordinary wolf or lycan.

When she collapsed, my heart stopped. Black, my Lycan trying to come forth. Is she gone? I say to Black and myself. Minutes went by but it felt like hours. Just as I knelt on my knees to see if she was breathing. Thats when Skadii’s dark form rippled, shimmered, and then—she was gone. In her place rose a creature that took my breath away. A creature I never thought I would see in my lifetime.

Snow-white fur glistened under the moonlight, streaked with silver like light etched by a goddess’s hand. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were violet flames, ancient and radiant, unlike anything I had ever seen. She was not just Amara. Not just Skadii.

She was Eira.

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