Mag-log in“Aldric sent word this morning,” Kael said. “Seraphine’s gathering forces somewhere shielded by heavy magic. He couldn’t pinpoint the location. But he confirmed the non-wolf allies. He mentioned… things. Creatures he wouldn’t name.”“Helpful,” I muttered.“He’s bound by oaths. You know how it is.”I waved it off. “What matters is that she has reinforcements we can’t see or count. So we plan for the worst.”Martin let out a low breath. “Not exactly encouraging.”“Realistic,” I said. “Right now, realistic is all we’ve got.”I leaned over the map, eyes tracing the lines of Black River and the scattered settlements around it. The strategy formed slowly, heavy and bitter on my tongue.&
Kael’s voice stayed flat.“She wants you to abdicate as Luna. Step down. Submit yourself to her for… judgment.”“Judgment,” I repeated.“Her word, not mine.” He took one step closer. The familiar scent of pine and smoke followed him, wrapping around me like it always did. “She says you destroyed centuries of her work. That you’re responsible for countless deaths and the instability tearing through wolf-kind. She wants you to answer for your crimes against the future.”“By letting her kill me,” I finished.“She didn’t say the word ‘kill.’ But yeah. That’s what she means.”I let the silence sit for a second.Seraphine wanted me to trade my life for the kingdom’s safety. My death for peace.“And if I refuse?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then she comes at us with everything she’s got. She’s be
I could still turn back.Lock the door again.Return to bed and let the gray reclaim me.I need you to be there when I get back.Alaric’s voice—real or imagined—whispers through my memory.I unlock the door.Turn the handle.Step out into the corridor.Erica is there.Of course she is.Slumped against the wall across from my door, asleep while sitting up.Her face is swollen from crying.Dark circles shadow her eyes.My daughter.Who lost her sight saving everyone.Who has been sitting outside my door for three days, begging me to acknowledge she exists.Guilt crashes through me.I ha
The blanket does not smell like him anymore.I know this in my head—three days of holding it, breathing against the fabric, my scent slowly replacing his. Milk and honey fading into something else.Something that is not my son.But I keep it pressed to my face anyway.It is all I have left.Outside my door, Erica is crying again.She has been there for hours. Maybe days.Time moves strangely in this room, pooling in corners like water, refusing to flow properly.“Mom, please,” her voice cracks through the wood. Young. So young. My daughter is sixteen, and she sounds like a child begging for comfort I cannot give. “Mom, just say something. Anything. I need to know you are alive in there.”I am alive.Technically.My heart beats. My lungs draw air. Blood moves through veins, sustaining biological processes that seem increasingly pointless.But alive?No.I think I died in the Black Real
“There,” Giga pointed ahead. “I see it.”The refuge.Stone walls built into the side of a rocky outcrop, just as I remembered. Light glowed from within—warm, real light that cut through the Black Realm’s constant gloom.I did not wait for the others.I urged my horse faster, ignoring Kael’s shout to slow down.The curse pulled harder, sensing my desperation, but I did not care.Could not care about anything except reaching that light.Reaching Alaric.I dismounted before my horse fully stopped, stumbling on legs that had gone half-numb from the curse’s touch. The refuge door stood open—just a crack, as if someone had left rushing.“Alaric?” I called, pushing through the door. “Alaric, it is Mom! I am her
Week three started with something that felt almost like hope.Not the bright, burning hope I had before the war wore us all down.This was quieter. More fragile.It came from watching four hundred and thirty-seven wolves choose to stay when they could have run.From seeing them train together, eat together, and live together, without that tired drag at every step, like they were hauling the weight of their doubts.They were trying.That had to mean something.At dawn, I stood at the training field, watching Thorne run the defensive drills.The air still carried winter’s bite, cold enough to see your breath.My fingers, gripping the wooden rail, were numb. But I did not move.Every minute I stood here, watching the pack get ready for a fight that might kill them all, was a minute I was not thinking about the other timeline.The one where, in seven days, I would see my son again.“You are going to freeze out here.
That night Kael found me in our quarters staring at the maps.“You’re supposed to be resting.”“I’m sitting. That counts.”“You’re strategizing. That’s the opposite.”He moved behind me and pressed his hands to my shoulders, working the tension out.“Talk to me.”“About what?”“About why you’re loo
“But do you understand what it means?” The Vessel leaned closer. “The Goddess is diminished. Weakened. Vulnerable. With the right ritual, the Moon’s Tear absorbed into a vessel, royal blood in an infant, and the willing sacrifice of a Luna who has
Dawn broke, cold and colorless.The camp was a ghost of its usual self, empty of all but the essential guards. The rest of us stood assembled at the tree line bordering the western meadow.Warriors in tight formation, faces set in grim masks. Helena pressed the finished amulet into
I found Erica that evening near the training grounds, sitting on a fallen log, her gaze fixed on the section of camp being hastily erected by Silverpine wolves. The sounds of unfamiliar voices and the sight of their banner—a pine tree against a silver field—made my own stomach clench with old ghost







