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Chapter Thirty-Seven
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The echoes of the pack's howls were still ringing in my ears long after the ceremony ended, the deafening approval hanging over me like a blanket, as if their voices alone could bind what had just been stamped in blood. The skin that had seared under Lucian's mark still burned, though the wound had knitted over; a reminder that I was not just Angel now—I was his.I dreaded this moment since that thing started to drag from the shadows in my mind, and the moment had come and was going, but me standing beside him, surrounded by those warriors who now called me their Luna made me feel trapped than I ever was. This was no longer a negotiation, no longer a choice. It was reality.Lucian had said little since marking me, and yet his presence taut at my back never faltered; his fingers ghosting the small of my spine in a wordless claim of ownership. His was content, his wolf happy now that the bond was sealed, but mine? Mine was restless.I could feel her churning under my skin, not resistin
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Sleep never came. I lay there all night staring at the ceiling, thoughts I wanted to silence shouted in my mind, my body still vibrating in response to the bound we’d sealed. Lucian’s bite left behind a feeling, neither itch nor pain but a sensation that refused to fade, a brand not only on my skin but on something deeper I didn’t want to look at. My wolf had stopped the fighting, settled, both an embrace and a horror, and no matter how many times I shrieked in my head that this was still the nightmare I had to wake from, the truth remained. I wasn’t waking up. This was my reality now.When morning finally came I hadn’t even moved from where I lay on the bed, the fire in the hearth already long dead and cold, leaving the room chilling even more than it had before. My body was worn, my mind splintered, but I was still restless, as if something inside me was waiting for something else to break. I wasn’t surprised when the knock sounded on the door. Lucian never allowed me to be alone fo
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The whispers in the crowd didn’t quiet right away. Some seemed intrigued, some wary and others downright skeptical, but none challenged me openly. I’d anticipated resistance, had steeled myself for that, but I felt like I faced something worse with the weight of their silence. It was the silence of a pack that didn’t know whether to welcome me or rip me to shreds. These wolves had followed Lucian for years, had fought for him, had trusted him with their lives. And now, just like that, I had been drawn into their universe as their Luna.Lucian was by my side, steady and unyielding, the glimmer of humor still dancing behind those keen blue eyes. He had at least opened up the space for me to talk, although I knew better than to be under any illusions that that meant I had any real agency. He was counting on this, anticipating my reluctance, and now, he was just sitting back, waiting, watching what I was going to do now that he had put me in a situation like this. He fed on chaos, on unpr
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Dawn came too soon. The stars were fading into the promise of morning as I stood in the training grounds, surrounded by the pack that wouldn’t make the decision whether I lived or died today. The cold slashed my skin but I hardly felt it, my body thrumming with adrenaline, my mind sharp, ready to do this. The atmosphere was charged with expectation and the weight of all the expectation pressing down on me like a physical thing. They wanted a fight, wanted to see what sort of Luna I’d make, whether I’d be worthy enough to stand at Lucian’s side, to survive.Lucian lingered at the perimeter of the circle, arms folded, the same inscrutable gaze fixed on me, as if he were wondering whether I might rise or fall. His presence felt like a tempest gathering on the outskirts, powerful, inescapable and entirely too familiar. He had set up this moment, had allowed me to demonstrate my worth, but it was also a test, and one I couldn’t afford to fail.Valeria was standing next to him, arms crossed
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The celebration was at full blast.With the challenge behind us, the pack had fully accepted me as their Luna, and their former doubts and skepticism had been washed away in a surge of adrenaline. Warriors toasted to my name, bonfires roared and the energy around was thick with unspoken acceptance. I should have felt relieved. I should have felt triumphant. Instead, I felt trapped.Lucian was never far.Though he allowed the others to indulge, he stayed close, watching me with those keen, knowing eyes, like he could see every thought fighting in my head. He lingered -- a specter pacing next to me, the tether binding us thrumming with a consciousness that was impossible to ignore.I hated how he affected me.How I hated that my body had finally stopped fighting the pull, that a part of my wolf had settled with him as though she had waited her whole life for this moment. I wanted to deny it, to resent it, but each time I looked at him, my pulse was an unconfirmed traitor.And Lucian kne
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The following morning arrived with a rap on my door. I had hardly slept, my mind knotted up with thoughts I didn’t want to have, my body getting used to the bond that I could no longer ignore. For hours, I had tossed and turned, cursing Lucian, cursing the mate bond, cursing myself for even daring to think what it would mean if I stopped fighting it.Then came the knock, this time more insistent.I sucked in my breath and dragged myself out of bed. “What?”Valeria’s cool voice penetrated the door. “Training in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”Training. Right.I rubbed a hand across my face, willing myself to shake off the feeling of tiredness. This was what I’d wanted, right? A chance to prove myself? To prove myself, to demonstrate I wasn’t just some Luna by name only?I threw on my training gear, tied my hair back and pushed open the door. Valeria stood there with crossed arms, her silver eyes taking me in with the same suspicion she had from the moment we met. She had never hidden that
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I fully intended to ignore Lucian’s so-called “dinner invitation.” It wasn’t so much an invitation as it was a demand, entreating me with a self-satisfied smirk and the complete assumption that I wouldn’t say no. And that certainty was exactly why I wanted to deny it.However, as foretold, when the hour arrived, I stood before his chambers, gazing at the stout oak door as if it were the portal into some forbidden kingdom.I could turn around. I could walk away.But I knew deep down that I wouldn’t.Taking a deep breath I opened the door and entered.The flickering glow of a fireplace lit the room, casting shadows across the stone walls. The smell of roasted meat and seasoned veggies wafted through the air and my stomach betrayed me when it growled. I hated that Lucian had planned everything, even the fact that I was starving, having not eaten all day.Lucian was already sitting at the long wooden table, a glass of dark wine in his hand. He didn’t look up, not at first, twirling the li
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The air beyond Lucian’s chambers was chillier than it would be otherwise, or perhaps that was simply the impact of the storm raging inside me. My heart was still hammering from that last moment, from the way his fingers had skimmed my skin, from the way his words had clung to me as if they belonged. I hated how quickly he unraveled me.I trudged down the dark hall, warding away the heaviness of our exchange, but it clung to me stubbornly and tenaciously. And he had stood there, completely still, completely unfazed, as though he knew I would return.That arrogance. That confidence.It made me want to scream.Or worse—turn back around.No. I needed space. I needed air.The halls were quiet, the majority of the pack already tucked in for the night. But I wasn’t ready for sleep. Not with the way my thoughts were spinning, crashing, won’t calm down. I found myself heading toward the training grounds, following the pull of muscle memory and a desperate need to move my body without thinking
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The Abyss swallowed us, the black path beneath our feet pulsing with a cold, relentless hum that vibrated through my bones. The desert was gone, replaced by a vast, endless void where stars flickered like dying embers, their light swallowed by shadows that moved, not random but alive, watching. The mark on my chest burned, a fierce tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark, who walked beside me, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes, my eyes, wide with fear but unyielding. The dagger in my hand felt alive, its symbols flaring, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s edge, its heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his steady heartbeat anchoring my spiraling dread, our shared defiance a fragile shield against the chaos closing in. The keepers’ visions haunted me: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The trinity, now four, was ours, and the Abyss was its final test.Lucian led, his blade drawn, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning
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The Hollow’s sands crunched under our boots as we left its glowing crystal behind, the desert stretching endless and unforgiving under a sky streaked with fading violet, the Veil’s pulse a faint hum in the air. The mark on my chest throbbed, a relentless tie to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra the spark walking beside me, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes my eyes haunted but resolute. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s fragile heart. The bond with Lucian burned his steady heartbeat, my wavering courage, our shared defiance but it couldn’t erase the keepers’ test, their visions of sacrifice: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The trinity now four was ours, and the choice loomed, a shadow as heavy as the war we fought.Lucian led, his blade sheathed but his hand close, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning the desert’s dunes for threats. The air was dry, sharp with the scent of d
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The forest’s edge was a jagged line between us and the pack’s compound, its smoke curling into a sky bruised with fading violet, the last trace of the fracture’s glow. The mark on my chest pulsed, a steady ache tying me to her—my shadow—and now to the other me, the spark, standing beside me, her blue eyes mirroring my exhaustion, her shard glowing faintly in her trembling hand. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols dim but alive, a quiet reminder of the power we’d wielded—and the cost. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his fierce heartbeat, my fraying resolve, our shared determination—but it couldn’t silence the Architect’s voice, "bring them to me", or her laugh, "you’re mine", still echoing in my bones. We’d pushed them back, but the war was closing in, and we were running out of time.Lucian’s hand rested on my arm, his silver eyes scanning the trees, blood crusted on his face, his wounds raw but ignored. “We’re almost there,” he said, his voice low, rough from the fight. “The pac
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The forest stood frozen in the aftermath, the glowing runes on the ground now ash, their light snuffed out like a dying star. The gate was gone, its collapse leaving only a faint hum in the air, a ghostly echo of the city beyond the Veil. My chest heaved, the mark pulsing with a dull, insistent ache, tying me to her—my shadow—and now to her, the other me, the spark they’d hidden, standing before me with my face, my voice, but blue eyes brimming with fear and a shard glowing in her trembling hands. The dagger in my grip felt heavier, its symbols flickering, as if unsure of the new presence—her shard, my dagger, two pieces of the same fractured whole. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his fierce resolve, my spiraling shock, our shared need to survive—but it couldn’t quiet the truth screaming in my mind: I was not one, but many, split by a ritual, bound to the Veil, and now reunited in a war I barely understood.Lucian’s blade stayed raised, his body a shield between me and her—the other me—
