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THE SIXTH BREAKS THROUGH
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THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE THE SIXTH BREAKS THROUGH
The winds over Nightveil had changed. Subtle, at first—whispers curling through the leaves of the treetops, the chill bite of something unwelcome brushing over wolf-skin. Days after the festival, the territory glowed with warmth, music still echoing in the hearts of the pack. Laughter had returned, if only briefly. Yet for Veyra Hale, the peace felt paper-thin. A skin stretched too tight over something dark and swelling underneath.She stood alone on the ridge overlooking the valley, arms folded, her breath visible in the morning air. The tips of her fingers trembled slightly, though it wasn't from the cold. Behind her, the scent of dew and pine masked something more ancient—something wrong. She'd woken from another dream, drenched in sweat, heart pounding, the echo of a voice still lodged in her skull."The chains are breaking."Veyra swallowed hard, eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon. Birds weren't singing. The forest held its breath.Then it came.The ground rumbled beneath
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE DANCING IN THE SHADOWS
Nightveil shimmered with light and life, a rare sight after so many days drenched in blood and fear.Lanterns floated above the treetops, glowing orbs tethered by enchanted string and soft hope. They bobbed like captured stars, their warm amber flicker casting shadows that danced across the clearing. The music—drums, flutes, and laughter—rose and fell in waves, weaving joy through the battered bones of a pack that had seen too much.Veyra stood barefoot at the edge of the celebration, her toes brushing cool grass, her heart still heavy beneath the layers of silk and moonlight stitched into her gown. The fabric hugged her lightly, dyed a soft dusk-blue that matched the twilight sky. Her hair was loose, curling over her shoulders, wild and silver-streaked.She hadn't smiled this much in weeks.Children twirled around her legs, shrieking with laughter as she spun them one by one, catching their tiny hands and pulling them into a dance of giggles and stumbles. The festival had been Jon's
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE A TASTE OF DEATH
The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon when the ambush came. A sudden rush of movement broke the evening calm, a blur of bodies descending from the trees, arrows flying through the air, and the unmistakable sounds of battle. Veyra's instincts kicked in immediately as she unsheathed her dagger, the cold steel glinting under the fading light.Rune was at her side, as always, but this time the attack was more coordinated, more ruthless. The Order had come for them—again.Veyra's heart raced as she fought back, her senses heightened. She could feel the energy of the forest around her, the pulse of every living thing. It was in moments like these, with adrenaline surging through her veins, that her powers felt most alive. She moved swiftly, her body in perfect synchronization with her blade. Every strike, every twist, was deadly.But then she heard it—the unmistakable sound of Rune's pained grunt. Her heart stopped.She turned to find him stumbling, one hand pressed against his si
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE A BROTHER’s PROMISE
The stars hung low that night—fat with silver, bleeding light through the clouds like soft whispers of things yet to come. The wind carried the scent of ash and pine, the memory of what they'd seen in the Temple of Bone still clinging to Veyra's skin like cold fog. She hadn't spoken since they returned, not beyond the necessary words, not beyond the commands required to hold her spine upright.She walked barefoot through the high grass of Nightveil's edge, the fortress walls a soft hum behind her. Her cloak, woven of moon-touched wool and battle-worn resolve, dragged slightly at her heels as she climbed the narrow path toward the overlook above the northern ridge. A place she hadn't come to in years. Not since she was a girl with simpler fears.Jon was already there.He sat cross-legged on a flat stone outcrop, his cloak slung around his shoulders, his arms propped on his knees, eyes lost in the sky. He turned when she approached, the corner of his mouth lifting, but he said nothing.
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE THE TEMPLE OF BONE
The forest around the Temple was unnaturally quiet. No rustling leaves. No hooting owls. Even the crickets had fallen silent. The air itself felt thick, like it resisted every breath Veyra took. Shadows stretched longer here, clinging to bark and stone as if afraid of what lay beneath the surface.Veyra crouched behind a thorned bush, eyes scanning the ancient stone façade half-buried in moss and time. The entrance to the Order's temple yawned like a wound in the earth—jagged, crooked, and cold.Jon stood beside her, blade strapped to his back, face expressionless but alert. Zevi was on her other side, fingers twitching with nervous energy, his usual humor absent. Lioren crouched just behind them, hand already pressed to the dirt, drawing strength from the earth itself."This is it," Jon said quietly. "The Temple of Bone.""How fitting," Zevi muttered, brushing a web from his shoulder."No jokes," Lioren warned, voice low. "Not here."Veyra nodded. "We go in silent. We get what we cam
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE KISSES AND RAGE
The training arena echoed with the heavy thud of fists meeting flesh, the sharp crack of bone colliding with bone. Dust swirled with each violent step, kicked up from the ground beneath Rune and Zarek's boots. The others had backed off hours ago, but the tension between the two dominant wolves had only grown."You think you can control her?" Rune snarled, circling the older Alpha. His usually composed expression was twisted with fury. "You think your title makes you more to her than the rest of us?"Zarek's chest heaved. "I don't need a title to know what we are. She's mine.""Yours?" Rune spat, baring his teeth. "You want to own her? She's not some territory you can mark and guard like a savage."Zarek lunged, fists flying. The impact rang out, echoing across the silent onlookers from the surrounding corridors. Rune staggered back but recovered swiftly, launching his own blow. The two collided like storms—Alpha and Beta, hearts aflame with jealousy, pain, love.In the distance, Veyra
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