LOGIN~KAIROS’ POV~The bond in my chest didn't just hurt anymore. It snapped.I stood there, staring through the glass. Elara’s hand slammed against the mirror. I saw it clearly. The dark shadows, thick and oily, slid up around her neck like a snake. They tightened. Slow and cruel. Squeezing the breath out of her.And when she whispered my name… it wasn't a sound, it was a scream inside my soul.I didn't think. I didn't care about the Council or the law.A roar ripped out of my chest. It sounded wild. Raw. More wolf than man.Then I jumped. I didn't use the stairs. I didn’t even look at them. I leaped straight from the royal box. Twenty feet down. The wind rushed past my ears before my boots smashed into the dirt of the arena.The landing shook my whole body. My injured shoulder screamed in pain.But it didn’t matter.That pain was nothing compared to the fire burning in my gut."Kairos! Stop!" High Priest Malphas shouted, stepping into my path. He held up his silver staff, his face tigh
~ELARA’S POV~The air inside the Labyrinth of Mirrors was ice cold. It didn’t smell like the arena anymore. The scent had changed. Now it smelled like wet dirt and old graves that had been forgotten for years.I stood in the middle of the maze. My hand shook as I slowly reached toward the silver crown resting on the pedestal. This was the moment. One touch. That was all it would take. Then I would become the Luna of the Dual Throne. The woman who saved her people.But my hand stopped.I couldn’t move at all.Because in the mirror behind the crown, I wasn’t seeing my own face. I was staring at a woman with long dark hair and eyes that looked just like mine.“Mother?” I whispered. My voice came out soft and weak, like a little girl lost somewhere deep in the woods.She wasn’t dead.Inside the glass, she was alive. She sat on a cold stone floor, her wrists chained to the wall behind her. She looked so thin. Her cheeks were hollow and pale. Slowly, she lifted her hand and reached towar
~ELARA’S POV~The silver bars of my cell didn’t only lock me inside. They hummed. A low, steady vibration that crawled under my skin. The sound pressed against my shadows like invisible hands squeezing tight around their throats.I sat on the cold stone floor. My back against the wall. My fingers curled in my lap.My breath kept catching.A thin line of dawn slipped through the tiny window high above me. Pale light crept slowly across the floor like it was scared to come inside.Today was the day.Today I would walk out of this cell as a Queen… or I wouldn’t walk out at all.The iron door groaned open. I braced myself, expecting guards. But the face that stepped through made my chest jump.“Lila?” I whispered, pushing myself to my feet.She rushed toward me at once. Her eyes were swollen and red like she had cried all night. In her arms she carried a plain white tunic made of rough linen. Her hands shook so badly the fabric almost slipped from her grip.“I begged the head cook,” Lil
~GENEVIEVE’S POV~The air in this temple was gross. It tasted like old pennies and dust. I stood right in front of High Priest Malphas. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard I thought they might break.He didn't budge. He just sat there on that huge stone chair. He glared at me like I was a pesky bug he was about to smash under his boot."I’ll say it again, Princess," Malphas said. He sounded so calm. That made it way scarier. "The trial is sacred. The Moon picks the path. Changing it goes against the gods of the Eclipse Pack. You’re asking me to commit a sin."I felt a flash of hot, stinging rage. A sin? Really? This man lived in a palace of gold paid for by the Alphas. Now he wanted to lecture me about gods?"Don't give me that crap, Malphas," I snapped. I stepped closer. I tried to look like a Princess, not a girl who’d been crawling through mud for almost an hour. "We both know how this works. My father has contributed for this place for years. I’m offering you more gold tha
~GENEVIEVE’S POV~The mirror never lied. And I still hated it.I lifted a trembling finger and traced the rough scar across my neck. The skin there was swollen and uneven, red where that cursed silver bow almost cut straight through my throat. When I breathed in, I could still feel it in my mind, the weight of that metal squeezing tight, pressing down like it wanted to finish the job.Elder Silas, that Coward.I should’ve been dead. I knew that.That Shadow girl… the maid. She’s the one who pulled me back from it.“Why couldn’t you just stay buried in the dirt?” I muttered to the girl staring back at me from the glass.For a moment, something sharp and quiet nudged my chest. Guilt, maybe. But I shoved it away before it could grow.Yes, Elara saved me. Fine. That was true.But then she turned around and stole everything that was meant for me. My future. My place. My crown.She walked into my palace like she belonged there, holding a crown that should never have touched her head. And so
~ELARA’S POV~The lock didn’t just break. It vanished into black smoke under my touch.I didn’t care about the Eclipse Pack rules anymore. I didn’t care about restricted areas or the Alpha’s orders. Twenty years I’d been told I was nothing, a scentless mistake from a line of monsters. But the shadows in my blood were screaming that the palace library hid a lie, and I was done living blind. I shoved the heavy iron door open, expecting dust, silence.Instead, there was light.Kairos stood in the middle of the vaulted room, a single torch in his hand. No royal cape. No armor. Just him, raw and human, a thick bandage over his shoulder where Kael’s arrow had bitten him. He didn’t jump when I came in. Didn’t even turn. Just stared at the far wall, breath catching in the quiet air.“I thought I’d find you here,” he whispered. His voice was thick, soft around the edges, nothing like the cold I had hated. “I remember my father bringing me here once when I was a boy. He said this room was cu







