เข้าสู่ระบบEmber Frost’s POVThe moment the cameras turned toward me and my voice echoed through the microphone, reaching far beyond the ceremony, I knew my life had changed forever.I watched the expressions in the crowd shift. Their shock faded into uncertainty, then slowly gave way to admiration, respect, and quiet devotion. The girl they had known as the ordinary Ember was gone. Standing before them now was someone else entirely—Celeste, the princess of the werewolf pack, a name that now carried authority, honor, and the weight of expectation.From that day on, there would be no such thing as living quietly. Like the cameras recording every second of the ceremony, countless eyes would always be on me. Every word I spoke, every choice I made, and every step I took would be watched, questioned, and judged. My life was no longer just my own.The ordinary life I had always taken for granted was gone. In its place came a responsibility I could never put down. When it was time for the graduation
Ember Frost’s POVThe school officials had already taken their seats, but the ornate chair at the center of the stage remained empty. Unlike the others, it stood apart, clearly reserved for someone of far greater importance. The principal and the senior staff exchanged eager smiles and hushed conversations, unable to hide their excitement. The pride on their faces made it obvious how much they valued the King's visit.Today was my graduation.It was also the day the truth would finally come to light.For years, I had lived like any other student, blending into the crowd. But once this ceremony ended, that life would be over. I would no longer be just another graduate walking off this campus.From this moment on, the world would know me for who I truly was—Princess Celeste.I couldn't stop wondering what my life would look like after today.Everything was about to change, but I had no idea what was waiting for me on the other side. Would this new chapter bring happiness, or would it b
Ember Frost’s POVTechnically, Lyra was no longer the theatre club's president. The position had already been passed down to one of the younger members after her graduation.Before she left the academy for good, though, the club asked her to come back one last time. Not as president, but as the director of their farewell performance.To them, it was the perfect graduation gift. They wanted to give her one last standing ovation and, more importantly, let her take the stage as the person they trusted most to lead the production they had worked so hard to bring to life.As the actress playing the ethereal Crystal Lake Maiden glided across the stage, Lyra couldn't help but smile. A quiet wave of nostalgia settled over her, bittersweet and warm, as memories of everything she'd shared with the club came rushing back."I really was lucky to meet someone who loves the same things I do," she said with a smile. "Honestly, when I joined the theatre club, I wasn't chasing some big dream. I only n
Ember Frost’s POVThe academy had decided to split what had once been a single celebration into two separate events. Instead of cramming everything into one day, the graduation festivities would now stretch across two, giving students a little more time to celebrate before saying goodbye to campus.The graduation ball was scheduled for July 30, while the official graduation ceremony would take place the following day, July 31.As always, news traveled fast at Wolfsong Academy. With so many students coming from influential families, especially those connected to the media, rumors rarely stayed hidden for long. Lately, whispers about my true identity had spread across the entire campus. Curiosity only seemed to grow with each passing day. Everywhere I went, I caught people staring, lowering their voices as I walked by, their eyes following me with barely concealed curiosity.I didn't pay much attention to the rumors. Most of them were fueled by curiosity more than anything else. People
Ember Frost’s POVThat was all my mother said, but I understood what she was trying to tell me.I had watched my father make difficult decisions, and witnessed both his victories and his losses. I wasn’t the inexperienced child I had once been. I knew politics was never as simple as it appeared from the outside. Behind every victory, every moment of praise, and every respected name were sacrifices, compromises, and burdens that most people would never understand.But knowing all of that didn't make Amelia's death any easier to accept. A weight settled over my chest, and no matter how hard I tried to reason with myself, I couldn't shake the emptiness she had left behind. For the first time, I found myself questioning everything I thought I understood.If saving countless lives meant sacrificing someone who didn’t deserve to die, could I truly call that the right choice?Was there really a point where one life had to be placed against thousands of others? Or was there a way to protect
Ember Frost’s POVSomeone had to take the blame for what happened, and in the end, everyone pointed their fingers at Amelia.The rumors spread faster than anyone could stop them. Some said she'd been too sure of herself, that her carelessness had let me slip away while I was under her protection. Others insisted she cared more about proving herself than making the right call, claiming none of it would have happened if she'd sent the army in sooner.Then there were the whispers people only dared to share behind closed doors. They insisted the palace's defenses were far too strong for the rogues to break through on their own. The only explanation, they said, was that someone on the inside had helped them. Before long, those whispers turned into accusations, and Amelia became their target. Some even claimed she'd been working with the rogues from the very beginning.The public needed someone to hate, and Amelia became that person. Facts no longer mattered. My parents knew she wasn't resp
Ember Frost’s POVA faint voice sounded down from upstairs, soft and tired. “Anything you make is fine, sweetheart,” the woman said gently. “I’ll like it.”The girl carried the meal up carefully. Her mother wasn’t the lively woman she remembered from years ago. Time or something crueler had hollowe
Ember Frost’s POVNo matter the circumstances, Father would never let Eira venture into the treacherous Stormpire Mountains, and sending me there was out of the question entirely.With nothing more we could do, we left in silence, both weighed down by sadness.Eira’s vision had been deteriorating s
Ember Frost’s POVEven in the middle of summer, the air smelled unexpectedly fresh and sweet, almost like spring had decided to stick around a little longer.Freya was completely wrapped up in love. Ever since she and Jace got together, she spoke about him nonstop, her eyes lighting up whenever his
Ember Frost’s POVAt the same time, we were quietly looking into the Astral Eye. Father had already dispatched a skilled scouting group ahead of us to the witch clan’s abandoned lands in the Stormspire Mountains. Any place tied to sealed demons was never simple. Carelessness could cost lives. Befor







