LOGINBLURB: I crossed into wolf territory to kill an Alpha,but instead I found my mate. The last thing I expected was for Alpha Kael Riven,the most feared wolf in the North,to look at me like I belonged to him. I hated wolves,he was one of them, and fate didn't care. Now an ancient prophecy is awakening inside me, a forgotten queen's power is stirring beneath my skin, and immortal enemies are hunting me across the kingdom. The mate bond between Kael and me grows stronger every day, pulling us together despite my hatred and his secrets. Every touch feels dangerous,every glance feels forbidden, yet the closer we get the harder it becomes to ignore the connection neither of us asked for. With war looming beneath a Blood Moon and darkness rising from a past buried for centuries, I must decide who I truly am before the prophecy consumes me. The problem is, I still blame wolves for my brother's death, and no prophecy, no goddess, and no mate bond can make me forget that. But fate has a cruel sense of humor, because the Alpha I swore to hate may be the only one capable of saving me.
View MoreWinter did not end the day Liora's war ended. The snow stayed. The clouds came back. The forges went cold again.But Moonhold changed how it lived inside winter.The first thing they did was not a feast, though there was food enough for one. The first thing they did was bury the bone crown.Liora did it herself. She took the crown made of bone that she had worn from the City, the one that had fallen in the snow, and she carried it to the old garden behind the sanctuary where Lyra had once planted moonflowers that only bloomed at night. She dug a shallow hole with her bare hands, her cracked marks still healing, and placed it in. Diana helped her cover it. No words were said over it. It was not a relic, it was not cursed. It was just a thing that had been used to try to make fear look like power. They let the snow cover it.The three hundred who had been marked did not leave right away. Some did, the next morning, walking south to find their families with clean foreheads and clear eyes
Liora stayed on her knees long after the silver light was gone.The bone crown lay in the snow beside her, useless. The twisted marks on her neck and hands that had been moving for weeks were now still, cracked like dried river mud. Her eyes were no longer solid silver. They were white and bloodshot, human, full of tears that would not stop.She did not look like a queen who had marched with three hundred. She looked like a woman who had run too far and gotten lost.Outside the inner gate, her three hundred marked soldiers still stood on the road. They had not moved since she entered. Their own twisted marks glowed faintly, silver-grey, pulsing in a slow, sick rhythm. When Liora had been strong, they had been still because she commanded them to be still. Now that she was broken, they were still because they did not know what else to do. Some swayed. One sat down in the snow and stared at his hands.Inside the courtyard, no one moved either. Kael held his people. Thea held the memory.
The war came at dawn, but not the way Moonhold expected a war to come.There was no battle horn from Moonhold. No war cry. The sky was still grey, low and flat, as if the sun had forgotten how to rise. The snow on the northern road was untouched except for one thing, a wide track, hundreds of feet moving as one.Liora and her three hundred arrived exactly when Varric said they would. The drums stopped at the edge of the valley. The army stopped with them.For a full minute, nothing happened. Liora sat on her horse, staring at Moonhold. The outer gates were open. The outer walls were empty. No archers. No wolves. No guards shouting challenge. Only smoke from the low beacons and the faint silver glow still leaking from the temple roof where Rowan slept.It confused her. She had prepared a speech about conquerors and bloodlines. She had prepared for arrows."What is this?" her captain asked, hand on his twisted mark, his eyes silver and unfocused. "A trap?"Liora's own mark crawled. "No.
The eve of the war came with no sunset.The sky never cleared. Low clouds hung over Moonhold like a wet blanket, grey and heavy, pressing down on the roofs and the walls. There was no wind. The beacons that had been lit the night before burned low, their smoke going straight up into the grey, like pillars holding the sky up. It felt like the whole world was holding its breath and waiting for dawn.Rowan's power was still at its peak.For a full day and night he had not touched the ground. He floated in the center of the temple sanctuary, where they had moved him because the nursery walls had started to crack from his light. The circle with two lines, Lyra's mark, the mark Astra had spoken of, spun around him slowly, constantly, as big as a cart wheel, made of pure silver light. Every time it turned, it sent out a warm pulse that made every marked person in Moonhold feel their own mark tingle, like a bell being rung somewhere far away in their chest.Diana had not left his side. She sa












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