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THE CRIMSON TRIAL
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THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE VOW OF VENGEANCE
The sky bled gray as the storm clouds gathered over the Hale estate. The winds keened like mourners, whispering through the trees with the sound of a thousand ghostly voices. The weight of grief, betrayal, and fury hung like lead in the air, wrapping Veyra's shoulders tighter than any cloak. She stood alone beneath the ancient oak in the courtyard, the same tree her mother had enchanted as a child to ward off dark spirits.Her mother was gone.Her bond with Kael was gone.And now, everything in her soul burned with one single, blinding truth: the Order would pay."I will not be their prey anymore," Veyra whispered, her voice brittle, her eyes fixed on nothing and everything at once. "I will be their end."Behind her, the gravel crunched softly under approaching footsteps. Zarek didn't speak as he drew closer, only wrapped his arms around her from behind. He didn't need words. His silence was an anchor, steady and unyielding, grounding her as her rage boiled dangerously beneath her ski
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE SEVERANCE
The rain fell in slow, silver sheets over Nightveil, soft as mourning. In the courtyard, beneath the sacred tree where wolves once made their pledges, Veyra stood barefoot. Her hair clung to her cheeks, her shoulders trembling, not from cold, but from the terrible stillness inside her.Kael was on his knees before her, the scar on his cheek shining beneath the rain. His palms were open. His lips trembled. "Veyra, please," he whispered. "I didn't know it would go this far. I—I thought I could protect you by giving them something. I was trying to delay them. Give us time.""You gave them me," Veyra said, her voice hollow. Her white wolf stirred beneath her skin, writhing, snarling in pain and fury. "You betrayed the one thing you swore to protect."Kael crawled closer, the mud streaking his knees. "Don't say that. I was afraid. I didn't know who else to turn to. They promised they wouldn't hurt you. That they only wanted to talk. I didn't think—" He broke off, tears mixing with rain. "I
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE KAEL’s PLEA
The cold stillness of the morning was shattered by the echo of a slammed door. Kael stood just outside the threshold of Veyra's chamber, his chest heaving with desperate breath, his face pale beneath the grime and dried blood that marked his days away. The once familiar glint in his eyes was dull now—hollowed by regret, swallowed by guilt."Veyra, please," he rasped, his voice rough with exhaustion and a deeper pain that cracked around the edges. "Just let me talk to you."Veyra didn't move. She stood at the far end of her chamber, arms wrapped tightly around herself as though trying to hold her broken pieces together. Her eyes, once so bright, so alive, were rimmed red from endless nights of crying. Her mother's death was a wound that hadn't even begun to scab, and now this—Kael's betrayal—ripped her even further apart.She turned slowly, her gaze locking on him. There was no warmth, no softness. Only a silent fury that simmered beneath her skin, tethered by the thin thread of restra
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE KAEL’s BETRAYAL
The world had gone quiet since Maelin's passing—too quiet.Snow fell in sheets outside, thick and heavy, blanketing the forest in silence. The house that once pulsed with warmth and life now felt more like a tomb. Every corridor held a memory, every corner echoed with a laugh that would never come again. And within it, behind a thick wooden door etched with ancient runes, Veyra lay still as stone.Three days had passed since her mother's death, and not once had Veyra emerged from her chambers.The moonlight spilled through the windows, catching on the silver strands of her hair as she sat curled in the same corner, knees pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her wolf, once ever-present in her mind, had retreated into a distant, mournful hush. She hadn't spoken. She hadn't eaten. Not even the gentle coaxing of her mates or her brother's desperate pleas had stirred her.Jon had tried again that morning, his bandaged shoulder aching from the wound he'd taken durin
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE HER FINAL LIGHT
The days after the Order's attack passed in an aching blur. The blood had been washed from the stone, but the scent of it lingered—metallic and sour, a ghost that clung to the wind. In the eastern wing of the Hale residence, Jon lay bandaged and bruised, his breathing shallow but steady. The healer, a grim-eyed woman named Thessa, visited twice a day, murmuring prayers to the old spirits as she smeared salves across his wounds and whispered reassurances Veyra barely heard.Veyra hadn't left Jon's side in two days. Not since the Order descended in a storm of shadows and fury, not since Elias fought like the warrior of legend he once was—killing three attackers with a savagery that even made Rune flinch. Not since she saw her brother crumple under the blade of one of those cowards.Jon's survival had been her only tether.She sat now on the edge of his bed, fingers absently toying with the corner of his wool blanket. Her thoughts were tangled, guilt clawing through every breath. He look
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE BLOOD AND ASH
The wind carried the scent of tension, sharp and bitter like iron and burnt cedar. Days had passed since Kael vanished, and not a whisper had followed his disappearance. Veyra had begun to count the hours in heartbeats, and each one without him was a drumbeat of dread.The others tried to hide their worry, especially Jon, who moved through the camp with shoulders taut and jaw locked. Even Zevi's easy calm had given way to shadows beneath his eyes, and Rune, ever the quiet watcher, had taken to patrolling late into the night, always returning with nothing but a frown and more silence.Veyra stood outside the house, her cloak clutched around her shoulders, gaze trained on the tree line like she could will Kael to step through it. Morning frost laced the grass, a brittle echo of the cold spreading through her chest.Then it happened.A sound like a thunderclap fractured the air. Not natural. Not right.The sky shifted—clouds roiling black and bruised—and before anyone could speak, the fi
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