MasukAria could not move.The memory had vanished, but the image remained in her mind.The first guardian standing beneath the silver tree. A newborn child in her arms. And behind her, another woman with Aria's face.Her mother.Not a resemblance. Not a distant likeness.The same eyes. The same mouth. The same small scar near the left eyebrow.It was impossible.“Aria?” Kael touched her shoulder. “What did you see?”She looked at him, struggling to find the words.“My mother was there.”Lysandra turned sharply.“Where?”“In the memory. Beside the first guardian.”Selene approached.“That cannot be right. Your mother was born generations after the first guardian.”“Then explain why she looked exactly like her.”No one answered.Aria glanced toward the pool. The silver leaves continued floating across its surface, carrying fragments of memories. She reached for another one.Kael caught her wrist.“Be careful.”“I need to know.”He studied her face before releasing her.The leaf touched her p
The silver eye opened wider.Every root beneath the garden shuddered, and the water in the pool began flowing upward. The two children were still connected by the thin silver thread, but its light had weakened.Aria tightened her grip on the blade.“What is that?”Lysandra could barely speak.“The one before the First Hunger.”Kael stepped in front of his family, despite the blood running down his chest.“Then we close whatever door it came through.”“You cannot,” Lysandra whispered. “It isn't coming through a door. It was already here.”The silver eye shifted toward her.A voice filled the chamber.“Little keeper.”Lysandra stumbled backward.“No.”The voice sounded almost gentle, but its presence pressed against their minds like a heavy hand.“You have carried so many borrowed memories. Have you forgotten the first one?”Lysandra shook her head.“I remember enough.”“Then remember who gave you the chains.”The silver tree groaned.Its branches bent toward the eye, and a series of im
“That's the one who died with me.”The words left their son's mouth, and the chamber seemed to lose its breath.Aria stared at the child rising from the silver pool.He looked exactly like her son. The same small face, the same dark hair, the same frightened eyes. Even the tiny scar beneath his chin was there.But something was terribly wrong.The child beneath the water had no reflection.“Stay where you are,” Kael warned.The second boy tilted his head.“Why are you holding him?”“Because he's my son.”“No,” the boy replied. “He's mine.”Their son buried his face against Kael's neck.Aria stepped forward, placing herself between the pool and her family.“You are not taking him.”The child in the water smiled sadly.“I don't want to take him. I want him to remember.”Selene tightened her grip on the guardian blade.“Don't let it speak to him. That's how it begins.”Lysandra approached the pool, her expression filled with dread.“This is not another illusion.”“Then what is it?” Elara
The fifth light pulsed once.Aria felt the movement beneath her ribs, as though something had reached through the darkness and touched her heart.Her son stumbled.Kael caught him before his knees struck the stone.“Stay behind me,” he ordered, pulling the child against his chest.But the little boy kept staring at the black figure.“Why does it have my heart?” he whispered.“It doesn't,” Aria answered quickly.The silver blade trembled in her hand.The fifth light pulsed again.This time, their son cried out and clutched his chest.Kael turned sharply.“What is happening to him?”Lysandra approached, her eyes fixed on the darkness.“The creature has found the last connection.”“What connection?” Aria demanded.“The one the first guardian could never destroy.”Aria raised the blade.“Explain.”Lysandra hesitated.“The four streams of silver light were created to divide the First Hunger's power. But the fifth light was different. It was not part of the prison. It was the bond that allo
“Eshara.”The name left their son's lips in a trembling whisper, but its effect was immediate.The silver blade in Aria's hand flashed so brightly that everyone in the passage recoiled. A deep vibration rolled through the stone beneath their feet. Somewhere behind them, beyond the walls of the hidden passage, something answered.Not a growl.Not a scream.A sigh.It sounded like someone who had been waiting for centuries to hear their own name spoken again.Kael moved in front of Aria, his hand reaching for the weapon at his waist.“What did you say?” he demanded.Their son buried his face against Aria's shoulder. His small fingers twisted into her clothing.“That's what it calls itself.”Aria tightened her arms around him.“Who told you that name?”“No one.”“Then how do you know it?”The boy lifted his head. His eyes were wet, but there was something unsettling behind the fear. It was the expression of someone remembering a place he had once lived.“I heard it when I was sleeping.”
“I'm not the one who came back.” The words struck Aria harder than any weapon. Kael stood frozen, staring at the two identical children. One was bleeding, frightened and trembling. The other stood behind him, perfectly still, wearing a smile that did not belong on a child's face. “Stay where you are,” Kael ordered. The smiling child tilted his head. “Father?” Kael tightened his grip on his sword. “Don't call me that.” The child's smile widened. “But you used to carry me when I was little.” “You are not my son.” “Are you certain?” Aria moved closer to the frightened boy. “Sweetheart, look at me.” He raised his eyes. “Mother.” She immediately recognized the fear in them. She reached for him, but he stepped backward. “Don't touch me yet.” “Why?” “Because it can feel what I feel.” Aria's heart tightened. “What does that mean?” The boy looked at his double. “It followed me out of the dark.” The smiling child laughed. “You make it sound as though I am a stranger.”
The border looked like any other tree line.Snow-covered pines. Frozen ground. Grey sky pressing down like a ceiling. But I could feel the tension in the air — the way the wolves on both sides stood too still, watched too closely, breathed too carefully.Kael stood beside me. His shoulder brushed m
The pack stared at me like I was already dead.I felt their eyes the moment I walked into the dining hall. Dozens of wolves. All of them Bloodmoon. All of them hungry for something I couldn't give them.A blonde woman near the window whispered to her friend. The friend laughed. A man by the fire pl
His room smelled like him.Smoke. Leather. Pine. Blood. It was everywhere — in the sheets, the walls, the air. I couldn't escape it. Didn't try. I just sat on the edge of his bed with my back straight and my hands in my lap like my mother taught me.One chair by the window. One dresser. One bed big
Three hundred wolves watched my life end. Not with blood. With seven words.Dane stood on the ceremonial platform, his silver eyes fixed somewhere above my head. He couldn't even look at me.I, Alpha Dane of Silver Crescent, reject you, Aria Gray, as my fated mate and Luna.His voice echoed off the







