MasukEmber Frost’s POV"When your souls merge with His divine power, you will never be separated from Him. His strength becomes your strength. His eternity becomes your eternity."Her eyes gleamed with fanatical devotion."You wished for eternal life, did you not?"An uncomfortable silence followed.No one agreed with her, but no one seemed brave enough to challenge her either.The smile on her face faded slightly."You wanted rewards without sacrifice," she said, her gaze sweeping across the crowd. "You wanted blessings without paying the price. How selfish."I almost laughed.The woman was preparing to feed them to a nightmare from another realm, and somehow they were the selfish ones.Then she raised a hand.At first, nothing happened. A few confused glances passed through the crowd before several fanatics suddenly stiffened. Their bodies began moving toward the High Priestess against their will, their expressions twisting with panic as they struggled to resist.A chill settled in my st
Ember Frost's POVI threw myself at the High Priestess, but I wasn't fast enough.She slipped away before I could reach her, moving with an ease that made my stomach drop. Her eyes flicked toward me for the briefest second, almost amused, and then she spoke the final words of the incantation.The world changed.A column of black energy shot into the sky.The force of it hit me like a physical blow. The stone beneath my feet trembled, my ears rang, and for a second I couldn't breathe.Then the entire altar fell still.The battle that had filled the chamber with noise and chaos vanished in an instant. Wolves stopped fighting. Fanatics stopped running. Even the injured struggling across the ground froze where they were.A cold shiver raced down my spine, and every muscle in my body locked up.Something had arrived.I didn't know what it was, but the dread that swept through me felt older than fear. I had faced rogues, monsters, and death before. This was different.My mind was still tryi
Ember Frost’s POVThe order was pointless. Most of them were already on their knees, heads lowered and backs bent, looking more like livestock waiting for slaughter than worshippers waiting for a blessing.Then the sky changed.The clouds slowly drifted apart, and moonlight spilled down onto the altar, turning the entire stone platform a pale silver. A murmur passed through the crowd, low and uncertain, but it didn’t last long.The High Priestess drew a knife without hesitation and sliced her palm. Blood dripped onto the stone as she began to chant, low and steady at first, then rising with each word.I didn’t understand any of it, but something about the sound made my skin crawl. It felt wrong in a way I couldn’t explain, like I wasn’t supposed to be hearing it at all.Then a scream cut through the night.The chanting stuttered for half a beat, and every head snapped toward the darkness.Something burst out from the edge of the forest.Wolves.The order was pointless. Most of them wer
Ember Frost's POV Something kept bothering me, but I couldn’t tell what it was.I kept glancing around, trying to catch whatever was wrong, but nothing looked out of place. Everything was exactly as it had been.Maybe I really was just imagining it.Honestly, I wouldn’t have been surprised.I was freezing, starving, injured, and trapped on an altar in the middle of nowhere. If my mind decided to give up before the rest of me, that would honestly make sense.Still, the feeling wouldn't go away.Neither did the pain.Everything hurt. The cuts across my skin burned, the bruises ached, and the wounds that were supposed to be healing felt like they'd stopped halfway through the job. Just standing there was exhausting.I was starving too. My stomach had been empty for so long that the hunger didn't even come in waves anymore. It was just there, gnawing at me constantly.Still… none of that was what bothered me most.Something felt wrong.I tried to brush it off as exhaustion, but the longe
Elder Harriet’s POVI wasn't concerned about the history, though.What bothered me was something else.The location.The old witch settlement wasn't anywhere near this place.That made no sense.When we'd searched the ruins, we'd found journals, magical tools, and sacred objects scattered everywhere. Many of them were valuable enough that no witch would willingly abandon them.Yet they had.Why?If they had enough time to travel all the way here, they should have had enough time to recover at least some of their belongings.Unless something stopped them.The thought lingered in the back of my mind.Before I could follow it any further, voices drifted through the tunnel.Everyone froze.Orion lifted a hand at once.The group stopped moving.We listened.The voices were close. Close enough that we could hear individual words.Slowly, we moved toward a bend in the passage and pressed ourselves against the wall.Voices drifted toward us from somewhere beyond the bend in the passage."How
Elder Harriet’s POVThe moment the Spirit Bird landed on my shoulder, I knew something had gone wrong.Its feathers were ruffled from hard flying, and the message it carried only confirmed my fears. Ember was alive, but barely. Her injuries were severe, and the soldier's condition was somehow even worse. Whatever they had encountered had changed them. They were no longer fully human or wolf, but something trapped in between.My gaze shifted to the enchanted strip attached beneath its wing.I untied the small piece of parchment and immediately froze.Dark red markings covered nearly half the surface.I had seen those stains before.Demonic corruption.I felt my stomach tighten.That amount of demonic influence wasn't normal.These people weren't simple believers following a strange faith. They had willingly devoted themselves to something dangerous.To avoid exposing our position, I couldn't send the Spirit Bird any closer. If someone sensed the magic connecting us, our advantage woul
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 POV After days of pleading, my father finally gave in.But that was only the beginning.This was just one mountain among many, and my mother—my gentle, unyielding mother—would never allow me to take such a risk. Not willingly. Not unless she was forced to face the truth.So I told he
Ember Frost’s POVThis wasn’t dark magic meant to harm.It was a cleansing ward, designed to scour our bodies from the inside. A blessing drawn directly from the Moon Goddess.And yet, those glowing runes carved into the machines around me weren’t meant to heal.They were proof.Proof that I might
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







