The moment they stepped through the Fifth Gate, the ground beneath them vanished.They fell—not through space, but through memory.Ava’s scream was ripped away by wind that carried voices.Her own voice.Kellan’s pain. Maddox’s anger. Damon’s silence. Ronan’s laughter twisted into howls.Then—They landed.The world snapped into focus.A forest. Cold. Endless.But the trees were wrong.Each one held a reflection inside its bark—like a mirror made of living wood. Ava moved closer to one and gasped.It showed her… younger. Twelve. Kneeling beside her mother’s grave.Kellan came to her side, hand on his blade. “These trees are watching us.”“No,” Ronan said grimly. “They are us.”Maddox knelt by a twisted root, frowning. “It’s memory wood. Rare magic. We’re in the Forest of Forgotten Selves.”Damon looked up. “Which means the path forward leads through our past.”A low, inhuman growl echoed in the distance.And Ava's mark burned.Something had followed them through the veil.The Path Tha
They stood at the edge of the world.The veil shimmered like oil over fire—alive, unstable. Tall obsidian stones rose from the earth in a circle, marking the entrance to the Fifth Gate. Wind howled through the ruins, though the air was still.The Oracle stood with them, her face pale, her eyes haunted.“You will not return the same,” she said. “No one ever has.”Ava stood at the center, her back straight, though every instinct screamed.She turned to the Alphas.Kellan. Maddox. Ronan. Damon.Each had proven their love in fire, shadow, blood, and bond.Now they would prove it in loss.The Price of PassageThe Oracle lifted her hand, summoning a glowing stone altar between the standing stones.“To cross into the Realms Beyond,” she said, “each must give something sacred. Not just an object. A piece of identity. A truth of the soul.”Kellan stepped forward first.He removed the ring from around his neck—an old wolf signet, once belonging to his father.“This was the last thing he gave me
The Citadel was still asleep. Moonlight filtered through the trees like spilled silver, casting moving shadows across the courtyard. Ava walked barefoot down a hidden path toward the Wolf’s Watch, the cliffside where Ronan often disappeared when the world became too much. He was there now—perched on the edge like he was born of sky and stone, one leg dangling, his broad back to her. Shirtless. Marked. Glowing faintly under the moon. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Ronan turned his head slightly. “I was wondering when you’d come.” Ava stepped closer. “How did you know I would?” He smiled without humor. “Because you always find the parts of me I try to hide.” She sat beside him, her shoulder brushing his. They looked out over the forest. Quiet. Open. Finally, Ronan said, “I used to come here with my brother.” Ava turned to him gently. “I told you I watched him die. That’s only half the truth.” He looked at her then—fully. “I held him while he bled out. I begged the mo
The Moon hung low over the Citadel, casting long shadows over the stone towers and silver trees. Most of the fortress had gone quiet, the celebration now just memory. But Ava couldn’t sleep.Not with what waited beyond the next sunrise.The Realms Beyond.The fifth gate.The unknown.She stood on the eastern balcony in a thin slip of silk, the night wind brushing over her skin. Her mark ached dully—not in warning, but in want. Her soul threads tugged faintly, like they knew what she was thinking.She felt him before she heard him.Maddox.His presence was unmistakable—powerful, still, like a storm paused at the edge of the world.“You’re awake,” he said from the archway, voice low.“So are you.”He stepped forward, his long coat open, boots silent against the stone. His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing the runes carved along his collarbone—the same runes that had glowed when she soul-bound him.Ava turned to face him fully. “You’ve been avoiding me.”“I’ve been trying not to want
The morning after the Moonfire Ceremony was unnaturally still.The wind did not stir the leaves. The birds did not sing.And the light had a strange tint to it—pale gold, almost bruised with violet.Ava stood at the balcony of her chamber in the Citadel, her arms crossed over her chest, the faint glow of her mark now dormant beneath her skin.She should’ve felt peace.But instead, her soul itched—like something inside her was stretching.Changing.A knock on the door pulled her from the haze.It was Mira, the Oracle’s young apprentice. Wide-eyed. Breathless.“The Moon Elders have summoned you,” she said. “Now.”The Hall of SilenceBuried deep beneath the Citadel was a chamber even the Oracle rarely entered.Lit by moonstone crystals and guarded by ancient silverwood doors, the Hall of Silence was said to house the first wolves who ever communed with the Moon.Ava had only heard of it in whispers.But as she descended into the earth, flanked by the four Alphas and Mira, the air grew he
The journey back to the Citadel took three days.Three days of silence, warmth, and stolen moments.Ava no longer heard the Echo’s voice.She no longer saw visions in her sleep.The mark on her back had faded from a storm of silver and red to a single soft glow—like a distant moonbeam.She was whole.And for the first time since the Trials began, the bond between her and the Alphas no longer burned—it pulsed, gentle and sure. Not a tether of burden, but a heartbeat shared.At night, they slept in a circle around her.Not for protection.But for peace.The Citadel – Return of the ChosenThey arrived to the sound of bells.Not funeral bells. Not alarms.But celebration.The Citadel's great gates were thrown open. Wolves lined the pathway in human and hybrid form, baring their necks in reverence as Ava and her bonded Alphas rode through.She was no longer just a competitor. Or a survivor.She was the One Who Broke the Echo.A myth. A legend. A girl whose name would echo for generations.