เข้าสู่ระบบPOV: LunaThe decision about Hunter had to wait. The portal crisis was contained for now. Cole's trap was recognized. Rescue attempt could be planned instead of being impulsive response to emotional manipulation.But while portal stabilized, while I processed impossible choices about trapped mates and multiplying bonds and Liam's emotional departure, the princess's situation was resolving. Not through another battle. Through social transformation.Vivian's expulsion had created ripple effect. Students who'd supported rival group reconsidering positions. Social factions that had persecuted same-gender bonds questioning assumptions. Everyone processing what forbidden death curse had revealed about those who opposed princess's relationship.The princess and Selene walked through Great Hall together. Holding hands. Publicly. Defiantly. Understanding that Vivian's murderous attempt had actually legitimized their bond. Had proven that opposition came from hatred instead of principle. Had de
POV: LunaHunter's presence through the portal was undeniable. Real. Not illusion. Not manipulation. Actual soul trapped in otherworld. Actual mate stolen instead of killed. Actual fourth bond waiting for rescue instead of new connection forming with Darius.But Caleb was also real. Caleb was Miguel reincarnated. That truth had been established. Confirmed. Made undeniable through goddess blessing and divine design and soul recognition that transcended physical differences.Which meant I didn't have dual bonds. I had triple bonds active. With fourth waiting for rescue. With Darius representing potential fifth if divine design really intended that many. With prophecy's four mates being underestimate instead of complete count.The realization was crushing. Overwhelming. Impossible to process while standing at portal fighting interdimensional breach and watching Hunter call my name from otherworld prison."We have to get him out," I said. "Have to rescue Hunter. Have to reclaim stolen mat
POV: LunaFinding Liam could wait. The alarms sounding meant immediate crisis took precedence over relationship repairs. Meant survival demanded attention before love could be addressed. Meant portal was doing something that required everyone's focus regardless of personal drama or complicated emotions.I ran toward emergency signals. Toward chaos. Toward whatever threat was manifesting while we'd been distracted by bond complications and grandmother's wisdom and trying to navigate impossible relationships.The portal had widened. Dramatically. Not gradual expansion. Sudden growth. Threatening to merge otherworld with Silverwood completely. Threatening to eliminate barrier between realities. Threatening to transform academy into hybrid space where normal laws didn't apply and chaos ruled and everything we understood about reality became optional suggestion instead of fundamental truth.Through my Eclipse mark, I felt entity's alarm. Felt transformed essence recognizing unprecedented d
POV: LunaMy dorm room felt too empty. Too quiet. Too full of absence where Liam should be. Where his presence should fill space. Where mate bond should radiate warmth instead of cold distance created by his departure.I sat on my bed. Holding grandmother's letter. Unopened still despite Professor Cael giving it days ago. Despite knowing it contained wisdom. Despite understanding that guidance from someone who'd faced same impossible choices might be only thing preventing me from repeating fatal errors.But opening letter meant accepting advice. Meant acknowledging that grandmother had failed. Meant understanding that divine design had killed her despite love being genuine and bonds being blessed and everyone trying desperately to make impossible work.Through the mate bond with Caleb, I felt his awareness. Felt him giving me space. Felt him understanding that processing required solitude. That some truths needed privacy for receiving. That support sometimes meant absence instead of p
POV: LunaI woke to Liam's face above mine. His expression was devastated. Terrified. Understanding that losing me even briefly had triggered everything. All the jealousy. All the fear. All the certainty that loving me meant watching me risk myself repeatedly while he stood helplessly unable to prevent danger or protect adequately or be sufficient for keeping me safe."You're okay," he whispered. Voice breaking. "You're alive. You're conscious. You're here instead of wherever that pulse sent you. Thank the goddess. Thank divine design. Thank everything that brought you back instead of taking you permanently."Through the mate bond, I felt his vulnerability. His absolute terror. His awareness that brief unconsciousness had shown him exactly what losing me would feel like. Had demonstrated that sharing me with Caleb was infinitely better than losing me completely. Had proved that jealousy was manageable when alternative was unbearable."How long?" I asked."Thirty seconds. Maybe less. B
POV: LunaThe ward collapse happened in stages. Not instant catastrophe. Slow deterioration. Sections failing. Barriers weakening. Protection evaporating gradually while we scrambled to prevent total defensive collapse.But we weren't fighting alone anymore. The artifact fragments that had been carried to Silverwood's heart during previous chaos were active. Responding to ward failure. Using defensive weakness as opportunity. Manifesting energy that rogue wolves were harnessing. Creating exactly what we'd been trying to prevent.Enhanced rogues emerged from forest. Not dozens. Hundreds. All carrying artifact fragments. All channeling otherworld energy. All creating chaos designed to overwhelm defenses that were already compromised through ward destabilization."Defensive positions!" I shouted. "Same formations! We hold until wards are restored! We refuse to let ward failure become invasion success!"My pack mobilized immediately. Combat positions ingrained through too many battles. To
Luna gave up on sleep around two in the morning.She sat up in bed and stared out the window. The forest was dark. Silent. No golden eyes tonight. No shadowy watchers.Just trees and moonlight."You okay?"Nova's voice came from the other bed. Soft. Concerned."I thought you were asleep.""I was. Un
POV: LunaCaleb reached the dormitories just as the stealth attack began. I felt it through our connection, through the bond that was forming whether we acknowledged it or not. He was fighting, protecting, saving the younger students just like Miguel always had.But we had our own problems. While C
POV: LunaThe Council's decision to keep Silverwood open came with increased expectations. Stricter standards. Higher demands. We had to prove we deserved to stay. Prove we could handle the threats. Prove we were more than just targets waiting to be destroyed.So I organized high-stakes training. M
POV: LunaThat night, Liam found me on the roof."We need to talk," he said. Not requesting. Demanding."About?""About Caleb. About your distraction. About what's happening between you two.""Nothing's happening.""Luna. I can feel it through the mate bond. The pull. The recognition. The certainty







