Mag-log inCELLA'S POVThe Wolf Realm looked exactly as I remembered it.Dark forests. Imposing mountains. The ever-present weight of tradition pressing down on everything like a physical force.But something felt different now.Maybe it was the bond, humming beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. Maybe it was the knowledge of everything I'd learned, the curse, the prophecy, the truth about my mother and the demon king. Maybe it was simply the fact that I was no longer the same person who had fled these lands months ago.I was stronger now. Wiser. More dangerous.And I was terrified."Are you sure about this?" Aeden's voice came from beside me, low and steady. "We can still turn back."I shook my head. "No. We can't. This is the only way.""It's not the only way. It's just the way you've chosen."I turned to look at him. He was standing in the shadow of a massive oak, his amber eyes scanning the treeline with the vigilance of a soldier. He'd insisted on coming with me, despite my protests. Des
AEDEN'S POVShe was already gone.I could see it in the way she held herself, the careful distance she'd been maintaining since Mira's revelation. Three days of silence. Three days of watching her retreat into herself, building walls I couldn't breach.I should have said something sooner. I should have pushed. But I'd been lost too, drowning in the truth about Lyra's murder, and by the time I surfaced, Cella had already slipped away.Now she was standing by the window of the tiny apartment we'd rented, her silhouette outlined against the city lights, and I knew with a certainty that turned my blood cold.She was leaving."When were you going to tell me?" I asked.She didn't turn. "Tell you what?""That you've already decided to go back."A long pause. Then she let out a breath, slow and shaky."You're right," she said. "I am."I felt something inside me crack."Did you even plan to say goodbye? Or were you just going to disappear in the middle of the night like I was nothing?""I'm no
AEDEN'S POVThe name haunted me.Lyra.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Her smile. The way she'd looked at me on our wedding day, like I was the center of her universe.And then I saw her body. Cold. Still. The life drained from her eyes.I'd spent five years searching for answers. Five years chasing shadows and whispers and half-truths. Five years convincing myself that if I just found the right clue, the right piece of the puzzle, everything would make sense.But it never did.Until now."Thorne said there's something I need to see," I told Cella as we made our way through the narrow streets of a human city I'd never visited before. "Something about Lyra."Cella's hand tightened around mine. "Are you sure you're ready for this?""No. But I need to know the truth. I've been running from it for too long."She didn't argue. She just walked beside me, her presence steady and warm, anchoring me to the present.The building was nondescript.A plain brick facade, a faded sign,
CELLA'S POVThe weeks that followed were the happiest of my life.I know that sounds strange, given everything we'd been through. The running. The hiding. The constant fear of being found. But in that small hut at the edge of the world, with Aeden beside me, I felt something I'd never felt before.Peace.We woke together each morning, his arms wrapped around me, his breath warm against my neck. We ate simple meals, bread and cheese and wild berries, and talked about everything and nothing. We walked through the village, learning the names and stories of the people who had made this place their home.And at night, we lay together, our bodies tangled, our hearts beating in time."I never thought I could have this," I said one evening, my head resting on his chest. "A home. A future. Someone who loves me.""Neither did I." His fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm. "I spent so long running from everything. From my past. From my pain. From the possibility of being happy.""And now?"He t
CELLA'S POVWe traveled through the night, putting as much distance between us and Silverroot as possible.Aeden's condition worsened with every step. The silver poison was still in his system, burning through his veins, draining his strength. He stumbled more than once, his breathing ragged, his skin pale and clammy."We need to stop," I said, pulling him toward a cluster of rocks that offered some shelter. "You can't keep going like this.""I can keep going.""You're going to collapse. And then I'll have to carry you, and I'm not strong enough for that."He almost smiled. Almost."I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I'm not stronger.""Don't." I helped him sit, propping him against the largest rock. "Don't apologize for being hurt. You saved my life. Again.""You saved mine too. In the courtyard. When you distracted your father.""I didn't do anything.""You did everything." He reached up, his hand brushing my cheek. "You gave me a reason to keep fighting. That's more than anyone has ev
CELLA'S POV I didn't make it far.The guards were everywhere, pouring from the shadows like ants from a disturbed nest. I fought them with everything I had, my wolf surging against the silver cuffs that still bound my wrists, my claws raking across armored chests and throats.But there were too many.And I was too weak.A heavy blow caught me across the back of the head, and the world went white. I crumpled to the ground, my vision swimming, my ears ringing with the sound of my own heartbeat.Hands grabbed me. Rough. Insistent. Dragging me back toward the courtyard."No," I gasped. "Let me go. Let me…""Quiet, little wolf." The guard's voice was cold, indifferent. "You're not going anywhere."I was thrown to the ground in front of Darian, my hands bound again, my head throbbing with a pain that made my vision blur.And then I saw Aeden.AEDEN'S POVThey'd brought me down with silver arrows.Five of them, embedded in my shoulders, my back, my legs. The poison burned through my veins l
CELLA'S POVWe ran.Through the corridors of Silverroot fortress, past fallen guards and shattered doors, our hands clasped together like we were the only anchors in a storm. Aeden's grip was iron, his pace relentless, his amber eyes scanning every shadow for threats.I didn't ask where we were goi
CELLA'S POVThe weeks that followed were a blur of lessons and revelations.Mira proved to be an exacting teacher, pushing me to explore the visions that had haunted me since childhood. She taught me to recognize the difference between prophecy and possibility, to separate the noise of fear from th
CELLA'S POVThe venue was a mansion on the outskirts of the city.Aeden drove us there in a sleek black car, his fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel, his jaw tight with tension I'd never seen before."You're nervous," I said."I'm not nervous.""Your knuckles are white."He glanced dow
CELLA'S POVHe stood in the hallway like a man who had just watched his entire world collapse.His hair was disheveled, his shirt untucked, his eyes wild with something I'd never seen in them before. Panic. Raw, unfiltered panic."Please," he said again. "Don't leave."I clutched my bag tighter, my







