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Chapter 60: Full Circle

Author: Mirae Melaina
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-15 00:51:47

POV: Anya

TEN YEARS AFTER NADIA'S BIRTH

The High Council chamber had changed significantly in a decade. Where once it had been exclusively supernatural, now human representatives attended regularly. Where once the atmosphere had been tense with inter-species rivalry, now something resembling cooperation existed. The Supernatural Accords had held—not perfectly, but better than anyone had predicted.

Anya stood at the podium, addressing the assembled Council on the ten-year anniversary of the Accords' ratification. She was thirty-three years old now, Luna of the most powerful pack in Europe, mother of the world's most unique child, and architect of the fragile peace between species.

She looked different than the woman who'd infiltrated the Volkov Bratva a decade ago. Her dark hair held a few premature silver strands (stress, Galina claimed, though Anya suspected it was just aging accelerated by supernatural transformation). Her eyes still flashed gold, but now they held confidence sh
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