FAZER LOGINSkylar's POV
The choice sat before me like a chasm I could not cross without falling. Keep my powers and watch everyone I loved die or give them up and save people who had trusted me to lead them to freedom.
Through the mate bond, I felt Ross and Myron's desperate plea and their voices screamed in my mind begging me not to do this. They insisted we would find another way and that sacrificing myself was not the answer.
But I knew the truth they refused to acc
Skylar's POVI was not sure if seeing Ross and Myron's spirits was real or grief induced hallucination. Part of me wondered if my mind had finally broken under the weight of loss.But I did not care. Real or not it brought comfort. That was all that mattered.I continued writing with renewed energy. The memoir flowed more easily now like someone had unlocked a dam inside me. Words poured onto pages faster than I could process them.The spirits visited occasionally. Always brief. Always gentle. Always encouraging.Ross appeared while I wrote about our first kiss. "You are making me sound like a better kisser than I was," he teased. His translucent form flickered with amusement."You were terrible at first," I agreed. "But you learned fast.""I had excellent teachers." He winked and faded before I could respond.Myron showed up when I described our wedding. "You looked so beautiful that day," he said softly. "I coul
Skylar's POVI sat at the desk in my room with a blank journal before me. The leather cover was smooth under my fingers. Pages crisp and waiting for words I did not know if I could write.But I had to try. For Ross. For Myron. For everyone who needed to know their story was real not just a legend.I picked up the pen. Let it hover over the first page. The blank space felt intimidating and endless. Where did I even start?"Just write the truth," I whispered to myself. "Start at the beginning."My hand moved across the page. Shaky at first then steadier. "My name is Skylar Hawkins and this is the story of how a wolfless girl became a Prima. How she fell in love with two alpha brothers and helped change the world."The words stared back at me. Simple. Direct. True.I kept writing. Let the memories pour out through the pen onto paper. Each sentence brought the past rushing back with startling clarity.Meeting Ross and
Luna's POVI watched my mother slowly and painfully learn to exist without her mates. It was not healing. Not really. The grief was still raw and the loss still unbearable.But she was fighting. Trying to honour Ross and Myron's memory by living as they wanted her to. That had to count for something.She started small. Getting out of bed without help. Eating full meals without forcing her. Taking walks through Moonfall territory like she used to.Each tiny victory felt monumental. Ryder and I celebrated them privately while Kai watched from wherever he flickered in and out. Mom barely noticed our relief."She ate the whole plate," Aria whispered one morning. Relief flooded her face. "That is the first time in three weeks.""Thank the gods." I squeezed my wife's hand. "I was starting to think we would lose her too.""She is stronger than she thinks. She just needs time to remember that."I wanted to fix this. Make
Skylar's POVThe silence in my mind was deafening. For seventy five years I had Ross and Myron's presence in my thoughts. Their emotions colored mine. Their love was a constant warmth.Now there was nothing. Just empty space where they used to be. I felt amputated and incomplete. Broken in a way that could not be healed.I touched my chest where the soul bond used to pulse. The area felt hollow. Dead. Like my heart had stopped beating but my body forgot to die.The first days after Myron's death were the hardest. I barely ate. Could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw their faces.Ross's smile. Myron's steady gaze. The way they looked at me was like I was their entire world.Gone. Both of them are gone.Myron's funeral happened three days later. I went through it in a daze. Unable to fully process that I had buried both my mates within a week.People spoke. Said beautiful things about Myron's strength and
Skylar's POVI found Myron collapsed on our bedroom floor. His body was crumpled in a way that made my heart stop. He clutched his chest and his face was grey."Myron!" I dropped beside him. Shook his shoulders. "Stay with me. Please stay with me."His eyes fluttered but did not open. His breathing was shallow and uneven. Through the bond, I felt his heart stuttering and failing."Help!" I screamed toward the hallway. "Someone get the healers now!"Footsteps pounded through the house. Ryder burst in first followed by healers who must have still been nearby after the funeral.They worked frantically. Checked his pulse. Listened to his heart. Gave him herbs that should have stabilised him.But nothing worked. Myron's heart was failing and not just from age. The trauma of losing Ross was literally killing him."The soul bond severance is too much," one healer said quietly. "His body cannot handle the shock.""
Myron's POVRoss died at sunrise. The first light broke over Moonfall's territory and he simply stopped breathing. One moment his chest rose and fell. The next time it did not.Peaceful. That was what everyone would say later. He went peacefully. But there was nothing peaceful about the soul bond shattering.Part of my soul tore away with Ross. Ripped from my chest like someone had reached inside and pulled out my heart. The pain dropped me to my knees.I collapsed beside the bed. Could not support my own weight. Skylar caught me but she was breaking too. We held each other and sobbed.Seventy five years. We had seventy five years together. It was not enough. It would never be enough.The world felt wrong without Ross's presence in the bond. Empty. Incomplete. Like trying to breathe with only one lung."He is gone," Skylar whispered. "He is really gone."I could not answer. Words did not exist for this kind of pai
Skylar's POVThe fight began and Marcus was not exaggerating about his skills. He was faster and more experienced and he exploited every opening in my defence with brutal efficiency that left me scrambling.I was powerful but power meant nothing without technique. My P
Skylar's POVThe wedding ceremony was a formality and held in Crimson Vale's grand hall before all the assembled lycans. I wore traditional Prima regalia and white robes with gold embroidery that felt heavy against my skin.A crown of silver sat on my head and felt lik
Skylar's POVI understood what my mates needed and reassurance that I was still theirs and that the political wedding changed nothing between us. Words would not be enough and they needed physical proof that my body belonged to them.I stepped toward them and cupped bo
Myron's POVThe journey to Shadow's End was tense and Skylar processed the revelation that she had an uncle she never known about. Her silence was heavy with questions and emotions too complicated to untangle.According to Anthony Skylar's mother had a younger brother







