LOGINMia's P.o.v:
I wake up with the sun on my face. Ugh. Why does my head hurt?
"Mom, why did you open the curtains?" I ask.
"Mom?" an unknown voice asks me. "Since when did I become your mom, Cutie-pie?"
I let out a scream when I opened my eyes and saw Damian. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Your room?" he says. "Cutie-pie, had you opened your beautiful eyes earlier, you would've seen this isn't your room nor your home."
I take a look around. He is, in fact, right. This isn't my bedroom. Omg, why am I so stupid? I feel myself become red with embarrassment.
"Why does my head hurt so much?" I ask Damian. "What happened?"
"Maybe because you are experiencing a hangover?" he said. "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Hangover?" I ask. "But I don't drink. I don't remember anything from last night."
"Well, princess, last night you did drink a lot."
"What else happened last night?"
"Well, you and Nella had a lot to drink. Mike and I had to carry you and Nella to the car 'cause you guys didn't want to leave," Damian retells the horrific details of last night. "Nella passed out. Before that, you asked me if I found you cute, and then you were about to kiss me."
I feel myself blush again. "Are you sure it was me?"
"Yes, who else would I call cutie pie? Who else would have blushed when I called them cutie pie?
Oh my god, stop. I'm horrified as I feel myself swoon at his words.
"I'm still not sure that was me," I joke.
Damian chuckles. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes," I replied.
"You can go and freshen up. I am going to ask Nella to bring you some clothes. When you're ready to come downstairs," he says, ready to walk out of his bedroom. "Oh, and there is an extra toothbrush under the sink."
As soon as he exits the room, I go to the bathroom. When I finish, I go back to the room and find folded clothes on the bed. When did she come in?
I make my way downstairs. When I get downstairs, into the kitchen, I see someone familiar sitting on the dining table. I just can't place where I've seen him.
"Mia, how do you like your eggs?" I hear someone ask me. Their voices sound far away.
"Uh, scrambled," I replied.
"Mia, this is Austin Montes," he introduces me. "Austin this is Jessica Mia Jones"
He really looks familiar. Where have I seen him? I ransack my brain but I can't seem to figure it out.
"Nice to meet you, Mia. Is it ok if I call you Mia?"
When we shake hands, I feel some whiplash. I shake my head slightly to get rid of the dizziness.
"Uh, yeah, that's ok," I replied.
"Mia, come sit. Your food is done cooking," someone says.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I snap out of it.
"Come and eat," Damian repeats himself.
"Austin, do I know you from somewhere?" I ask "You kind of remind me of my brother."
"You have a brother?" Damian ask
"Yeah, the last time I saw him was 10 years ago," I say.
"You know that's a coincidence. My little sister was kidnaped 10 years ago," Austin states.
"What was she like?" I ask.
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Damian's P.o.v:
"Ace, don't they look alike?" I ask my wolf.
"Yeah, ," said my wolf
"She was the sweetest girl. She liked to wake up early in the morning just to see the sunrise," Austin says. "When it was almost over, she'd run into my bedroom, yelling at me to get up, so I'd see fully rise."
"I do the same. Every time I see the sunrise, it's like a new beginning," Mia says.
I watch his eyes fill with tears. Why is he tearing up?
"You know my sister used to say that to me every morning," Austin reveals.
"Austin, can you come with me for a second?" I interrupt their conversation. Austin stands up fast and follows me outside.
"Do you really think she's your sister?" I blurt out.
"Yes. Although, I feel it in my bones. I know she is my sister," he says. "Gosh, it's been 10 years. Do you remember 10 years ago, there was a big war between the Royals and the rogues?"
"Yes, the royal family were massacred," I replied.
"Actually, no, some of us survived and left," he says. "That day was when my sister was kidnapped.
Years Later – 3rd POV, then MiaThe forest had changed.Children ran across the same cliffs where shadows once poured like smoke, their laughter chasing away memories of screams. Wolves shifted freely in the open, silver and gold and midnight, no longer hiding from a world that now understood they were part of the balance, not enemies of it.The pack house had grown, too—new wings added, training grounds expanded, wards woven into the stones from the day they were laid.At the edge of the pack lands stood a small tower.Not a throne room.An observatory.From there, the Hybrids did what they’d promised: not rule, but watch. Not command, but guide. The council chambers lay beneath it, carved into rock that hummed gently with resonance, lit by lanterns that never went out as long as someone still believed the world was worth saving.On this particular night, the tower was quieter than usual.Most of the Hybrids were away—s
3rd POV – The Reflection RealmThere was no up or down.Only surfaces.They emerged not onto ground but onto a plane of liquid glass, every step sending ripples of color across a world made of fractured light. Above them, an endless sky shimmered with ghost images: battles that never happened, conversations that were almost spoken, and lives that were almost lived.Damian staggered as his boot sank ankle-deep into the reflective floor before solidifying again. “This place is wrong.”“It’s consistent with its nature,” Eryx replied, his voice echoing oddly, as if someone else said every word half a second later. “Reflections don’t choose. They show what could have been and what never was.”Mia lifted her hand.The resonance answered, but faintly, like trying to talk through thick glass. Her connection to the bridge world felt muffled and distant. For the first time since she’d
Mia’s POVComing back hurt more than leaving.My first breath in the bridge realm tasted like ozone and rain. The rebuilt Throne Room greeted us with open arches and shifting skies, the veins of pink and silver underfoot beating in a steady, patient rhythm.We collapsed in a heap on the bridge, tangled in limbs and magic.Sybil reached us first, her cloak trailing sparks as she rushed forward. Her hands hovered over my face, checking, measuring, and whispering spells under her breath.“Mia? ” Her voice trembled. “Are you—”“I’m here,” I croaked.Damian’s arm was still around me, solid and warm. Nyx lay flat on her back nearby, laughing weakly at the ceiling. Kael propped himself on his sword like it was the only thing keeping him upright.Sybil exhaled, shoulders slumping in relief. “You reckless children.”“You love us,” Nyx said.“Unfortunately,” Sybil muttered, but her eyes were wet.The resonance hummed
Damian’s POVI’d never felt so useless in my life.I could fight monsters made of shadow, kings made of rage, and gods made of lightning.But how was I supposed to punch possibility?Mia stood at the edge of the glass causeway, the child in front of her, a universe of unchosen futures swirling overhead like a storm made of stories. Every instinct I had screamed to pull her back, to drag us all out of this realm and slam the door shut behind us.We can’t, Ace, my wolf murmured. If we leave it, it follows.The realm trembled again. Spiderweb cracks began to spread through the distance, thin and glittering. Each time one formed, a flicker of something leaked through—an army that never marched, a city that never burned, a version of Nyx dying alone on a battlefield we’d never seen.“Sybil? ” I called into the tether, feeling my words vibrate through the bond like sound through stone. “How long until this place spills over? ”Her vo
Mia’s POVThe bridge of light hummed beneath my bare feet.It wasn’t a floor, not really—more like a path made of memory, threads of pink and silver weaving under us as if the resonance itself was deciding whether we were allowed to stand here.Damian’s hand was warm in mine, his presence a steady anchor in the endless not-quite-sky of the Throne Room. The walls that once caged the old power now curved outward into open arches, each one looking onto a different realm, a different sky.We had turned a prison into a crossroads.But the crack was still there.A thin, jagged line just off to the side of the rebuilt bridge, hardly wider than my thumb. If you weren’t looking for it, you would miss it. If you were… it was all you could see.It shimmered like a hairline fracture in glass.That’s where the whisper came from.The throne is never empty…It slid across my skin
When the storm of gold faded, a hush settled across the resonance. No screams. No fire. Just breathing.Mia stood at the heart of what had once been the Throne Room. The floor beneath her feet was smooth as glass, lit by veins of pink and silver that pulsed with every heartbeat she and Damian shared. The air smelled like rain after lightning—sharp, clean, alive.Damian leaned on his sword, chest heaving. “Is it over?”Mia looked up. The sky above them had no horizon—just endless light shifting through shades of rose and ivory. “No. The King’s shadow is gone, but the world isn’t balanced yet. The cracks between realms are still open.”“So we seal them.”She smiled faintly. “It’s not that simple. The resonance has memory. It remembers every life it touched—every death, every promise broken. It won’t close until it’s certain those stories are finished.”He stepped beside her. “Then we give it an ending.”For a long moment,







