LOGINI moved forward, drawn by some invisible current. The trees seemed to bend toward me as I passed, branches reaching down as if to touch my hair, my shoulders, my hands. Not threatening, welcoming. Recognising.The river parted before me without my needing to wade through it, waters drawing back to create a dry path. On the other side, the landscape opened up to reveal a vast sea, its surface mirror-smooth under the light of a full moon that hung impossibly large in the sky.A flat rock jutted out over the water’s edge, and I knew without understanding how that I was meant to sit there. As I settled onto its cool surface, the moon’s reflection stretched across the sea toward me, creating a silver pathway that seemed solid enough to walk upon.I sat alone for what might have been minutes or hours, time meaningless in this place beyond place. The silence wasn’t empty but full, vibrant with possibility, pregnan
We trudged back to our bedroom in silence, our fingers loosely intertwined but our minds separated by the weight of unanswered questions. Hours of searching through dusty archives had yielded nothing beyond that single birth certificate with its cryptic inscription. Lukas’s thumb stroked absently over my knuckles as we walked, the gesture so familiar it almost hurt; a reminder of normalcy when nothing felt normal anymore. Athena had grown quiet within me, her copper presence contemplative rather than restless, as if she were piecing together fragments of a memory just beyond reach.The palace corridors felt longer tonight, each step heavier than the last. Guards bowed as we passed, their eyes carefully averted, whether from respect or because rumors of my mysterious origins had already begun to spread, I couldn’t tell. It hardly mattered. Whatever I was or wasn’t, whatever name I’d been born with, I was still their Queen.
I hadn’t noticed the small line of text at the bottom, written in characters that didn’t quite match any language I recognised, at least to start. The letters seemed to shift as I looked at them, refusing to settle into familiar patterns.Dominic finished his own examination of the remaining certificates, nodding as he joined us. “Nothing else matches your birthdate or initials. This appears to be our best lead.”Lukas took the document from Nico, studying the mysterious text. “What does this say?” he asked, brow furrowed in concentration.I leaned closer, looking over his arm. The strange characters suddenly seemed to vibrate with meaning, whispering to some part of me I hadn’t known existed. My finger traced the line as I read aloud: “’Tria Luna Sanguis oritur et argentea aquae aurum vertuntur, Cuprea Lupus inter greges ambulabit, nec nata nec facta, sed a stellis ipsa
The hallway to the royal archives stretched before us like a throat leading into the belly of truth, a truth I both craved and dreaded. Lukas’s hand rested at the small of my back, his palm radiating warmth through the thin fabric of my shirt, but even his touch couldn’t quiet the storm brewing inside me. Athena paced restlessly beneath my skin, her copper presence agitated by the possibility that lay ahead. A name. A history. An identity that had been stolen from me before I was old enough to claim it as my own.“Are you ready for this?” Lukas asked, his voice low enough that it wouldn’t carry to the guards stationed at intervals along the corridor.“I’ve been ready for eighteen years,” I replied, the words scraping against my throat. “I just didn’t know what I was waiting for.”We approached the heavy oak doors that marked the entrance to the private reading
I watched Amelia from across the room, sensing the exact moment when something shifted within her. She had been staring at the whiteboard, eyes fixed on that name, Amala Luna Velasco, when suddenly she stood, her body coiled with tension. The pen in her hand tapped against her palm in a nervous rhythm as her eyes took on that distant look I’d come to recognise. It wasn’t Athena surfacing; it was something deeper, more fundamental; the expression of someone recognising a truth they’d always known but never acknowledged.Ares stirred within me, his golden presence alert and watchful. ‘Mate troubled,’ he observed unnecessarily. ‘Something coming.’“Gentlemen,” I said, turning to Nico and Dominic, who were still reviewing their notes by the conference table. “Thank you for your reports. We’ll join you in the archives shortly.”They exchanged a brief glance b
The afternoon sun slanted through the office windows, marking the passage of hours since Ethan had called me by that name. Amala Luna Velasco. I rolled the syllables through my mind for the hundredth time as Lukas and I waited for Nico and Dominic to return. The name felt like a splinter beneath my skin; foreign yet somehow part of me, impossible to ignore now that it had embedded itself in my consciousness. Athena paced restlessly within me, copper fur rippling with agitation as we both wondered: was this truly who I was meant to be?Lukas sat across from me, ice-blue eyes tracking my movements as I circled the room. His outward calm couldn’t mask the tension radiating through our bond; Ares‘s presence was alert, watchful, like a sentinel preparing for an unseen attack.“They’re late,” I muttered, glancing at the antique clock on the wall. My fingers drummed against my thigh, a nervous habit I’d dev
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
I 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. Th
The moment I saw the dart protruding from Amelia's shoulder, something in me snapped. Red washed across my vision as Ares surged forward, a tidal wave of protective fury that threatened to drown my human consciousness. My claws extended without conscious thought, teeth sharpening behind lips pull
I gripped the balcony railing so tightly the stone might have cracked beneath my fingers. Nearly six hours of watching Amelia fight through the effects of wolfsbane had left me raw, every muscle in my body coiled with the need to intervene. When Lysander finally shifted, a cruel smile twisted my







