Mag-log inI watched Amelia dress for the council meeting with equal parts pride and concern. Less than twenty-four hours had passed since she'd snapped Lysander's neck in the arena, yet here she was, insisting on returning to royal duties as if yesterday had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The bruises from the challenge had already faded to yellow shadows on her skin, but I knew the wolfsbane's poison had taken a toll her body was still recovering from. When I suggested she rest another d
I should have been offended, or at the very least surprised, but the absurdity of it, of Lily daring to strike the Alpha Queen and immediately announcing her exclusive rights to do so, broke something loose in my chest. A laugh escaped, dry and brittle and somehow turning into a sob halfway through. I buried my face against her shoulder, my body shaking with the force of emotions I’d been holding back since Sera first appeared in my mind.“They’re trying to make me kill Lukas,” I gasped between sobs, the words tearing my throat raw. “They’re trying to make me kill my mate, Lily. They’re in my head, showing me things, making me see things that aren’t real, and I can’t make them stop.”Lily’s arms tightened around me, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head with surprising gentleness after her earlier assault. “They won’t win,” she said, her voice fierce with certainty. “Th
I sat on the stone balcony of our bedroom, my arms wrapped around my knees, watching dusk bleed into night across the palace grounds. The crown was gone, set aside on the bedside table, its weight a reminder I couldn’t bear right now. My mind still felt raw, scraped clean by Sera’s intrusion, her voice and her visions leaving ghost images behind my eyelids every time I blinked.The elders had left quickly after the incident, their faces drawn with concern, promises to research more effective protections against the Voice’s mental invasion trailing in their wake. But I’d seen the truth in their eyes—they had no answers, no magic solution for what was happening to me. Whatever protection I’d built when I’d slammed the door in Sera’s face, it hadn’t been enough to keep her out permanently.My fingers still tingled with the phantom sensation of that silver dagger’s hilt, the one from Sera’s vision now made f
Amelia‘s hands suddenly slapped over her temples, her fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin. The room went silent as her head dropped forward, copper hair falling across her face like a curtain. A sound escaped her, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, her lips forming words too soft for me to catch at first. Then her voice rose, desperate and shaking. “No, no, no, no. I won’t do it, Sera.” My breath froze in my lungs as her eyes squeezed shut, pain evident in every line of her body.I moved without thinking, pushing back from the table so quickly my chair nearly toppled. I pulled her against my chest, one arm around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head. Her body was rigid with tension, muscles locked as if fighting against invisible restraints.“Amelia,” I murmured against her hair. “I’m here. You’re safe.”But she couldn’t hear me, or if she could, the words weren’t getting through. Her voice continued, broken phrases tumbling from her lips. “
Two days passed before Elder Maren arrived, her silver-white hair swept into a severe bun that emphasised her sharp, ink-dark eyes. I’d spent those two days walking the palace grounds with Lukas, letting him fill in the gaps of my missing history, trying to make sense of who, or what, I truly was. But questions still hung in the air between us, unanswered and heavy with implication. The crescent moon pendant at Elder Maren’s throat caught the light as she entered the reading room, the small space suddenly feeling smaller with five people crowded around the ancient oak table.The reading room had always been my favourite space in the palace. Tall windows lined the eastern wall, streaming morning light across polished shelves and worn leather armchairs. Books towered from floor to ceiling, ancient volumes in languages few could still read, their spines cracking with age. It felt appropriate to discuss prophecies in a room steeped in so much history.“You must be Amala Luna,” Elder Maren
The private meadow stretched before us, a swathe of green bordered by ancient trees that provided perfect privacy from the palace windows. I walked beside Lukas, our shoulders nearly touching, as we led the elders along the well-worn path from the palace to the clearing. Behind us, Nico and Dominic followed in silent formation, along with a full contingent of royal guards positioned strategically throughout the forest perimeter. Despite the apparently peaceful setting, the atmosphere remained tense, alert, everyone aware of the threat the Voice still posed.The shifting shack stood at the meadow’s edge, a simple wooden structure we’d erected specifically for privacy during transformations. I ducked inside first, the familiar space smelling of pine and the essential oils we used to keep the clothing racks free of insects. I stripped quickly, hanging my clothes on the hooks mounted on the wall, before stepping back to the doorway.
I watched Amelia as the elders spoke, studying every subtle shift in her expression, each tightening of her jaw, each momentary furrow of her brow. My mate had always been skilled at maintaining a mask of composure, but I’d learned to read the emotions she tried to hide. Right now, beneath her careful control, she was processing something monumental. The revelations about her birth, about Amala Luna Velasco, had clearly shaken her, but there was more. Something she needed to know but couldn’t quite bring herself to ask.Alara noticed too, her violet eyes warming with understanding as she studied my queen. “You want to know what your birth means, my Queen?” she asked, her voice gentle.Amelia gave a small, almost hesitant smile. “I’ve imagined so many scenarios over the years,” she admitted. “So many reasons or events that could have led to me ending up with Marcus and Elena. But just appe
I had barely reached the palace's ground floor when I heard the whispers. Two guards, heads bent together, voices hushed but not enough: "the King shifted right in the courtyard—tore off running into the forest like hellhounds were after him." The second guard nodded. "Five of the royal guard fol
I woke at 4am, my eyes snapping open in the darkness as if Athena had flipped a switch inside me. The wolfsbane's burn had receded to a dull throb, no longer spreading fire through my veins but leaving its bitter memory etched in every muscle. Beside me, Lukas slept fitfully, his face troubled ev
I lowered myself onto my throne with deliberate grace, refusing to show even a hint of the fatigue that still lingered in my bones. The wolfsbane's poison might not have killed me, but its ghost remained, a dull ache that Athena's accelerated healing hadn't fully conquered. She stirred within me,
I watched Amelia rise from her throne with regal grace, her spine straight, her chin lifted in that way that still took my breath away after all these months. There was nothing of the servant girl left in her now—only the Queen, the Alpha female, the mate who had fought through poison and treache







