Se connecterEmber 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 POVI stuck out my tongue sheepishly, suddenly feeling a little guilty."Snacks help me think, Mother," I said with a grin. "Everything feels less exhausting when I have something to nibble on."She looked at me with a mix of amusement and resignation."You're all grown up," she said, "so why does it seem like you're trying to make up for everything you didn't get to eat as a child?"Shaking her head, she turned to Vivian."Could you bring her a few more biscuits?"Vivian nodded and returned a moment later with a small plate.My mother slid it toward me before fixing me with a pointed look."These are the last ones," she said. "After that, no more until dinner. Learning a little self-control is just as important as everything else I've been teaching you."I finished the last biscuit, brushed the crumbs from my hands, and turned my attention back to the stack of reports waiting for me. They were the same routine documents I'd been reading all afternoon, and before long, m
Ember Frost’s POVFreya looked completely overwhelmed by the endless selection of beautiful fabrics. Every time she thought she'd found the one, another design caught her attention. By the time we were ready to leave, she'd somehow narrowed it down to over ten options, yet she still couldn't bring herself to cross a single one off the list.In the end, she decided we'd come back to the House of Elysian the next day to make the final choice."The gown needs at least a month to be completed," Freya said, her tone turning more practical. "If I keep going back and forth, we'll run out of time. I'll look through everything again tonight and make up my mind. By tomorrow, I'll have my final choice, and we should be able to finish everything in a couple of hours."I wanted to believe her, but I wasn't so sure. I'd seen the album on her phone. It was packed with wedding dress inspirations—at least seventy or eighty of them—and she had been obsessed with every single one. Knowing Freya, I had a
Eira’s POV"Hey! Good afternoon, Eira!"Ember’s voice always carried that lively energy, regardless of what time of day it was.I closed my book and looked up. “Good afternoon, Ember. What brings you here? Need help with something?"She scratched the back of her neck, offering me a nervous smile. “
Eira’s POVI thought nothing could go wrong that afternoon because the atmosphere was so quiet and lazy. That is, until my grandmother screamed angrily, breaking the peace."I’ve told you time and time again! Don’t put those filthy herbs on my window ledge!"Her voice cut through the silence like t
Eira’s POV I didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat before blurting out, “Of course, I’ll help you. When do we leave? I’m ready right now.”Ember stared at me, stunned. Her eyes went wide for a few seconds before she finally found her voice. “Eira, you can’t just agree like that,” she said, half daz
Ember Frost’s POV When I finally managed to open my eyes, I had no idea how long I’d been out.The night outside the balcony was pitch black, and the only light in the room came from a few flickering candles. The wax must’ve been mixed with herbs, because the room carried a strange blend of sweetn







