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~Caelum The fires had long died out. Obsidian, once a city cloaked in cruelty and fear, now lay open beneath the sun, stripped of its armor, trembling in its rebirth. It was quiet now. Almost too quiet. The kind of silence that came after storms—not peace, just the exhausted pause before the next storm remembered it had somewhere to be. And yet, we were rebuilding. I stood atop one of the high watchtowers, the cool morning breeze tugging at my coat. From up here, I could see the veins of effort winding through the city below—wolves hauling stone, mages mending broken archways with whispered incantations, Aeron’s voice rising like thunder as he coordinated relief efforts in the marketplace. It had been two days since Kade fell. Since Lyric vanished. Two days of work. Of stitching a kingdom back together with bleeding fingers. Aeron didn’t sleep. Not truly. He rose before the sun and worked until his voice gave out, leading teams of warriors and civilians alike into the out
~Eira The air in the dungeons was damp with decay. Torches flickered weakly along the stone corridors, casting long shadows on the walls. The scent of mildew clung to everything, and the deeper we descended, the more silence wrapped around us like a noose. Only the occasional clink of armor or the creak of wood echoed through the halls. I led the charge, my footsteps urgent, casting a soft light ahead of me as the Cast-Outs followed. The cells were lined in rows, iron bars twisted with age and magic, holding in the surviving Lunar Sentients. Their eyes widened when they saw me. “Eira,” one whispered, reaching through the bars. I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my fingers, the lock hissed and cracked open. “You’re safe now. We’re here to free all of you.” One by one, the cells were opened. Some of the Sentients wept, clutching our arms as they stumbled out. Others needed help standing. Many bore bruises, wounds, the marks of captivity. But one thing was clear: they were a
~EiraWe planned by moonlight.The Cast-Outs had set up a makeshift war room in one of their underground chambers, the walls lit with fire runes and flickering crystal lamps. Maps were strewn across the stone table, drawn hastily from memory and patched together with scraps from stolen patrol blueprints.Nyra stood across from me, dressed in dark armor that reflected none of the flame around us. Her eyes, once guarded, now glowed with something close to respect.“We strike at night,” she said. “They won’t expect it. Not with Moon Shadow fallen and their prisoners secured.”I nodded. “Stealth is our only real advantage. If we can take out the outer guards without raising alarms, we can isolate Raven and Tamar. We have better chances at taking out their leaders if they don’t have help from outside and once the leader falls…”“The others will fall alongside them.” Nyra completed.“I’ll handle Raven, the dark and scary looking woman.” I replied. “You take Tamar. Just distract him. Don’t f
~EiraThe portal spat me out like lightning.I hit the ground in a tumble, hard and graceless, the world spinning as I scrambled to my feet. My lungs were on fire. My hands trembled. I didn’t know how long it had been. Seconds? Minutes?Ryan…I staggered through the streets of Moon Shadow. The once-familiar village was now too quiet. No laughter. No scent of bread in the air. No guards walking their usual routes.Just the wind. And the weight of my desperation.I ran to the first person I saw—an older woman gathering herbs at her doorstep. “Please—you have to help me! They’ve taken the palace. Queen Seraphina’s missing. The Horax are here! Ryan—” My voice cracked. “We need fighters. Now.”She blinked at me slowly. “I’m sorry, dear. I’m just a healer. I don’t know how to fight.”I grabbed her hands. “Then tell me who does!”She pulled away, eyes wide with fear.I moved on. A baker. A smith. A pair of teenage boys with slings.Nothing.Every plea was met with the same quiet shake of the
~Aeron The storm broke just before dawn. Rain lashed against the cracked stones of the unfinished building, turning the dust beneath our feet into mud. I stood shirtless in the cold, my armor strapped tight over my chest. The iron felt heavier this morning. Not from weight—from purpose. Caelum was beside me. He didn’t speak, as usual. None of us did. The air didn’t allow for it. The silence was reverent. Like the forest itself knew this would be the last time we breathed together. Seventy-eight wolves. Seventy-eight shields. Seventy-eight hearts beating in time with mine. Our plan was simple: Break through the gates. Fight our way to the throne room. Kill Kade. The moment the Alpha falls, his soldiers would be bound to me. That was the law of Obsidian. The throne was taken by blood. And tonight, I was going to bleed for it. We moved out in silence, splitting into smaller packs. The walls of Obsidian rose through the mist like a sleeping beast. The torches along the
~Aeron The wind howled through the hollow ribs of the building we had claimed as shelter. It was little more than crumbling stone, a skeleton of a place someone had once dreamed into existence but never finished. We found it three days ago—half-built walls, broken archways, a roof that leaked in two dozen places. But it was perfect. Hidden behind thorn-thick trees near the edge of the Enchanted Forest, where no sane soul wandered for fear of what lived in the mist. Exactly the kind of place we needed. I stood near the edge, where the shattered wall gave a perfect view of the moonlight streaking across the distant plains. The stars bled silver. The night smelled of moss and rust and potential. “Caelum,” I said, not turning around. “Yes, Alpha?” he answered without hesitation. I didn’t waste time. “I need to get Lyric back. We need to take Obsidian back. We’ve been living like refugees long enough. We’re royalty. Obsidian belongs to us. It’s high time we took it back.” He