Amara's POV Fire always knew its queen.When I lifted the crown from the pedestal, it didn’t burn. It breathed. The metal pulsed in my palm, neither warm nor cold, but alive—like it recognized me. Like it had been waiting for my blood to return and finish what my mother started.Kael watched me silently. His eyes carried the weight of everything we’d survived—his body still bearing the shard’s glow, his soul still reshaping itself around the power he’d taken to save me.He should have been the one to wear the crown.But this fire was mine.“I was born for this,” I whispered.“Or cursed for it,” Victor murmured behind me.Maybe both.The scroll in my other hand trembled. My mother’s words bled across the parchment, reappearing like ink drawn from memory.To break the chain, you must become what they feared.Not a weapon. Not a Luna. Not a daughter.A queen.I turned to Kael.“If I put this on, I might lose who I am.”He stepped closer. “Then remember who you were before anyone told yo
Amara's POV Light still clung to him like a second skin.Kael knelt at the center of the Vault, the shard’s glow embedded in his chest slowly dimming to a pulsing silver. The walls, once alive with shifting runes and ancestral voices, had quieted. But it wasn’t peace. It was pause, like the entire Vault was holding its breath, waiting to see what he had become.He didn’t speak.Neither did I.I kept my hand on his back, grounding him. Grounding myself. Because if I looked too closely, I might see it—the cost he had paid. The fracture forming in his soul, the one I couldn’t seal with love alone.Victor stood just outside the circle, uncharacteristically still. Even he didn’t make a sarcastic remark, which terrified me more than anything.Alexander’s voice broke the silence. “The shard didn’t kill him.”“But it changed him,” I said softly. “Didn’t it?”Kael raised his head. His eyes were different now. Not in color, still that deep, storm-shadowed brown. But something behind them had s
Amara's POV Light still clung to him like a second skin.Kael knelt at the center of the Vault, the shard’s glow embedded in his chest slowly dimming to a pulsing silver. The walls, once alive with shifting runes and ancestral voices, had quieted. But it wasn’t peace. It was pause, like the entire Vault was holding its breath, waiting to see what he had become.He didn’t speak.Neither did I.I kept my hand on his back, grounding him. Grounding myself. Because if I looked too closely, I might see it—the cost he had paid. The fracture forming in his soul, the one I couldn’t seal with love alone.Victor stood just outside the circle, uncharacteristically still. Even he didn’t make a sarcastic remark, which terrified me more than anything.Alexander’s voice broke the silence. “The shard didn’t kill him.”“But it changed him,” I said softly. “Didn’t it?”Kael raised his head. His eyes were different now. Not in color, still that deep, storm-shadowed brown. But something behind them had s
Amara's POV Light still clung to him like a second skin.Kael knelt at the center of the Vault, the shard’s glow embedded in his chest slowly dimming to a pulsing silver. The walls, once alive with shifting runes and ancestral voices, had quieted. But it wasn’t peace. It was pause, like the entire Vault was holding its breath, waiting to see what he had become.He didn’t speak.Neither did I.I kept my hand on his back, grounding him. Grounding myself. Because if I looked too closely, I might see it—the cost he had paid. The fracture forming in his soul, the one I couldn’t seal with love alone.Victor stood just outside the circle, uncharacteristically still. Even he didn’t make a sarcastic remark, which terrified me more than anything.Alexander’s voice broke the silence. “The shard didn’t kill him.”“But it changed him,” I said softly. “Didn’t it?”Kael raised his head. His eyes were different now. Not in color, still that deep, storm-shadowed brown. But something behind them had s
Amara's POV The air shimmered with the taste of ruin.Derrick’s grip on Lila tightened as I stepped forward, each footfall humming with the echo of the artifact now branded into my flesh. Behind me, Kael was shouting my name, pleading, but I couldn’t look back. I couldn’t let myself hear him.Because if I did, I might break.And I didn’t have the luxury of breaking.“I won’t fight you,” I said to Derrick, my voice level. “Not if you let her go.”“Then what’s the point?” he sneered. “You were supposed to be a challenge.”“I’m offering something more powerful than a challenge.”His head tilted, just slightly. “What?”“I’ll give you access to the shard,” I said. “To the Vault. To the bloodline you’ve spent decades trying to twist back into existence. I’ll do it willingly.”Behind me, Kael’s roar split the air. “Amara, don’t!”But I held Derrick’s gaze.“You want a vessel,” I continued. “Fine. Use me. Just let her go.”He smiled, slow and poisonous. “You always were the most interesting
Amara’s POV Pain was the first gift.The moment my fingers closed around the shard, fire tore through every vein like it had been waiting centuries to wake inside me. I screamed without sound, my knees hitting stone that was no longer real. The Vault vanished. Kael vanished. Everything vanished except light—endless, merciless, divine.I didn’t know if I was dying or transforming.Maybe both.The shard seared my palm, but I couldn’t let go. I wasn’t sure I even had a body anymore. I was just a soul pulled across a thousand years of memory. I saw the First Alpha, born of moonlight and blood, carving the laws of the packs into the earth with a howl that shook the sky. I saw betrayals—power ripped from spirit, cursed blood buried beneath mountains, families broken into packs to control what could no longer be contained.And then I saw her.A woman who looked like me. Same eyes. Same fire.She stood at the edge of the first war, holding a blade of light.You are the echo. You are the last