INICIAR SESIÓNDEREK’S POV I should have been sleeping. It was past midnight, the pack house was quiet, and Celeste was beside me breathing in the slow, even rhythm of deep sleep. I had a council meeting at seven. A patrol report at nine. A border negotiation that had been delayed twice already and couldn’t be pushed again. I had every reason to sleep. Instead I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, and thought about Aria Winters for the fourteenth night in a row. I’d stopped counting after the first week. Started again when I realized the counting was the only honest thing I was doing. Too fat to be my Luna. The words came back the way they always did — not with the conviction they’d carried the night I’d said them, but with something that had started to feel uncomfortably like shame. I remembered saying them. Remembered the crowd’s reaction, the way the words had landed like I’d scored a point in a game whose rules I hadn’t examined closely enough. I remembered Aria’s face. I rolled ove
ARIA’S POV I woke up knowing something had changed before I opened my eyes. It wasn’t pain that told me — though there was still plenty of that, dull and manageable beneath the surface. It was the opposite of pain. A fullness. Like I’d spent my entire life breathing with one lung and somewhere in the night, quietly, without asking permission, the second one had opened. I lay still for a moment just feeling it. Complete. That was the word. Like pieces of myself I hadn’t known were missing had filed back in while I slept and settled into places that had always been theirs. I opened my eyes. The medical wing ceiling. Gray morning light. The soft rhythm of monitors I was becoming too familiar with. I looked at my arms. The white fur was there — faint, just visible, not the full surge of Royal power but a constant presence now, like it lived just beneath the surface instead of buried miles deep. But threaded through it, unmistakable in the early light, were streaks of silver. Kae
KAEL’S POV The medical wing smelled like blood. Aria’s blood. I’d been covered in it since I’d carried her through the mansion doors, her weight too still in my arms, her heartbeat a thread pulled so thin I’d had to press my ear to her chest to be sure it was still there. I’d left handprints on two walls and a doorframe. I hadn’t noticed until now, standing under the harsh medical lights watching Dr. Chen move with the controlled urgency of someone who was scared but couldn’t afford to show it. That scared me more than anything else. “Talk to me,” I said. “Not helpful right now, Kael.” “Talk to me, Sarah.” She didn’t look up from the monitors. “Blood pressure is sixty over forty and dropping. Heart rate irregular — she’s throwing PVCs every third beat. Oxygen at eighty-one percent.” A pause, hands moving. “She lost too much blood from the fall, and the Royal power usage accelerated her body’s deterioration. The curse turns her own energy against her when she uses i
ARIA’S POV Time did something strange on the way down. It stretched. Three stories should have taken seconds. Instead it felt like minutes — the cold air rushing past, the ground expanding below us, the window frame receding above. I had time to think. Too much time. This is it. Not from the curse. Not from rejection or starvation or six months of slow erasure. Not wasting away in a servants’ wing while the pack I’d grown up in pretended I didn’t exist. Fighting. Fighting for Elena, for Kael, for twenty-three children I’d never even met who needed someone to buy them thirty more seconds. I’d never fought for anything before. Had spent twenty-three years making myself smaller, quieter, less — trying to take up less space, less air, less of everything, hoping that if I shrank enough someone might finally decide to keep me. And here at the end, falling through cold night air with my stepmother’s hands clawing at my arms, I was the biggest I’d ever been. Somehow, in the half-se
ARIA’S POV “Choose, Lycan King.” Vivian’s voice was almost pleasant despite the white light chains burning into her wrists, her throat, her dark magic sputtering and hissing where my power touched it. She was bleeding from three places. One eye was swollen shut from where Kael had thrown her into the wall. She was still smiling. “Kill me now, while she has me trapped.” She tilted her head toward the east corridor, where the smell of smoke was thickening. “Or save the children in your bunker before the fire I set reaches them.” Her smile widened. “You can’t do both.” The silence that followed lasted maybe two seconds. It felt like a year. I felt Kael’s hesitation through the mate bond before I saw it on his face — that terrible split-second calculation, the Alpha in him doing math that had no good answer. His silver eyes moved between Vivian and the corridor. Back to me. To the corridor again. The bunker. Twenty-three pack children, the youngest barely three years old, locked
ARIA’S POV She looked different when she moved closer. That was the first thing I registered — not the dark magic swirling around her hands, not the purple light burning where her eyes used to be, not the way the air around her seemed to rot at the edges. Just that she looked different. The Vivian I’d grown up with was elegant. Composed. A woman who weaponized beauty the way other people used money — carefully, strategically, never wastefully. She’d smiled at my father’s funeral in a black dress that cost more than most pack members earned in a month, and not one hair had been out of place. This Vivian had stopped pretending. Whatever she’d kept contained behind that careful facade — the ancient, terrible thing that had been planning and waiting and poisoning for twenty-three years — it was all the way out now. Her eyes burned purple. Smoke trailed from her fingers. The temperature dropped with every step she took into the ruined room. “Surprised?” she asked. I didn’t answer.
VIVIAN’S POV The scrying crystal shattered in my hands. “NO!” I shrieked, hurling the pieces across my ritual room. They embedded in the walls, glittering like deadly diamonds. The shadow wolves—six of my most powerful creations—destroyed. Not just defeated. Obliterated. Burned away by pure w
ARIA’S POV I dreamed of white light. Pure, brilliant, blinding—it poured from my hands like water, washing over everything. In the dream, I stood in a field of darkness, surrounded by shadows that hissed and recoiled from the light. You are more than they told you, a voice whispered. More t
ARIA’S POV Sleep wouldn’t come. I lay in the luxurious guest room Kael had given me—silk sheets, down pillows, a mattress so comfortable it felt like sleeping on clouds—and stared at the ceiling. A year. Maybe two. That’s all I had left. The curse was killing me slowly, and breaking it
ARIA’S POVDr. Chen turned the scanner so I could see the screen. It showed what looked like a 3D image of my body, but threaded through everything—my organs, my bones, my blood—were black tendrils that pulsed with sickly dark energy. “What is that?” I whispered. “Dark magic,” Dr. Chen said qui







