LOGINHe tried to reach for her, to comfort her and call her name, but a serene, celestial light descended from above. It bathed Killian in a glow that felt like the warmth of a thousand suns, pulling him back with a sudden, irresistible force.His eyes snapped open with a sharp, ragged inhale that tore through the silence of the forest. He gasped for air, his lungs burning as he found himself back in his body. The first thing he felt was the warmth of Isabella’s arms.Isabella lifted her head, her face a mask of tearful relief, and her elongated teeth retracted, returning to their human shape.On Killian's neck, the beautiful, crimson lunar mark pulsed with a vibrant light, glowing in perfect synchronization with Isabella’s heartbeat.“He is coming back,” Ethan murmured, his voice thick with awe as he watched the black veins of the witchcraft dissolve into nothingness.But Killian could feel nothing but her. A violent surge of emotion rushed through his veins—an overwhelming tidal wave of
Isabella’s eyes lifted, a glimmer of hope finally cutting through the darkness.“How? How can I save my mate?” Desperation saturated her voice, thick and raw as she clung to his every word.James nodded slowly, his expression grave. “I cannot give you a guarantee; what I’m suggesting has never been witnessed in our time. But the elders say the bond between fated mates isn't just a label—it's a bridge. It has the power to transfer the very essence of life from one soul to the other.”He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a solemn tone. “If your bond is complete—if your souls are truly anchored to one another—you can save him. You can pour your own strength, your very life force, into the void where his is dimming.”Isabella’s breath hitched as the pieces fell into place. “It means I have to…”“You have to claim him,” James interrupted, his voice echoing with finality. “You have to mark him and complete the bond. You must tie your life to his, or watch him slip away forever.”The whi
The rogues scrambled to flee the moment they saw their king fall, but the White Wolf was not finished. She would not let a single soul escape who was responsible for her mate’s death. With a single, earth-shaking leap, she landed before them, her massive frame blocking their only path of escape.The rogues trembled, paralyzed by a terror that froze their very blood, but the White Wolf gave them no chance to draw another breath. She lashed out, her claws whistling through the air in a blur of ivory light. One by one, the rogues collapsed. Their breathing stopped instantly, blood seeping into the soil as their souls fled their broken bodies.Then, she threw her head back and let out an ear-deafening roar—a pained, jagged cry that seemed to pierce the very heart of the sky.She spun toward Grace and Arthur, who were sprinting for their lives, but before she could reach them, the forest erupted with the sound of hoofbeats and marching boots. Ethan and James had arrived with the army.The
It felt as though the rogue king was staring death in the face—and for the first time in his life, he believed that only the truth might save him. Still, he was willing to say anything, reveal everything, if it meant the White Wolf would spare him… if it meant the prophecy could somehow be undone.His voice trembled as he spoke, words spilling out in a rush.“The ancient prophecy says the rogue king will be immortal… that no one can kill me. No one—except one born of my own blood and flesh. Not a son… but a daughter.”He swallowed hard, fear flickering in his eyes.“My own daughter—blessed with the power of the Moon Goddess and the spirit of the legendary White Wolf. She is the one destined to kill me.”His voice cracked.“That’s why… when you were born, I was terrified. In my madness, I tried to kill you before you could grow strong enough to fulfill the prophecy.”He lowered his gaze, shame and fear twisting together.“But your mother fought me. She ran… took you away and hid you fo
It wasn't just Isabella who was shattered; her wolf howled in a symphony of agony. The pain of losing their mate was a physical weight, pulling the very life from her body. But she refused to die—not yet. Not before she exacted a price in blood from those responsible for Killian’s end.There would be no mercy. They would curse the day they ever dared to cross paths with Killian Nightbane and his Luna.In the next heartbeat, Isabella’s human form fractured. Her wolf took complete control, and she shifted into the legendary Invincible White Wolf—a creature of myth, larger and more radiant than any Alpha.Arthur, Grace, and the rogues felt their breath hitch, their hearts hammering against their ribs like trapped birds as they saw her glaring at them. Terrified, they scrambled backward, ducking behind the ancient trees to escape her predatory gaze.But the White Wolf didn't hunt them—not yet.She spun toward the direction where the Rogue King had landed. In a blur of white fur and lethal
The air itself seemed to fracture as Isabella’s scream tore through the clearing.“No!” she cried, the sheer force of her anguish shattering her concentration.their limbs tangled and their heads spinning from the violent centrifugal force.As they struggled to push themselves upright, their unfocused vision darted frantically around, searching for Isabella—the woman who had been their judge, jury, and executioner only a second ago. They expected to see her looming over them, ready to finish what she started.But as their sight cleared, their terror shifted into a different kind of shock. Their eyes widened, becoming fixed on the center of the clearing where the impossible had happened and their darkest wish was granted.Killian stood like a monolith between Isabella and the Rogue King. His hand was clamped around the older man’s throat, his knuckles white as he shoved the King away with a surge of raw, explosive power. The Rogue King was launched backward, his body crashing through t
She flinched at the sound, her heart stuttering.He didn’t move any closer.He just stood there, rooted to the spot, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. He was angry?! The realization made her feel scared. She could see his wolf pushing at the surface, fighting for control—his
A sharp pang stabbed through Killian’s chest, something dangerously close to jealousy. His wolf growled, anger rolling off him in waves.‘No. This can’t be possible. I’ll kill the bastard,’ his wolf snarled, furious.Killian clenched his jaw. ‘She didn’t want us,’ he tried to reason with the beast
His breath stalled. His eyes slid shut as a wave of intense pleasure rushed through him, the taste of her mouth burning away every thought, and the line between right and wrong blurred.He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her backward until her back met the wall. He kissed her again—deepe
Grace didn’t say anything to Arthur this time. Instead, she turned to the men who still trembled in fear, sensing the danger radiating from her. “Take care of this body,” she ordered in an icy tone. “Make sure no one finds out what happened here.”They hurried to obey without a word.Then Grace tu







