Mag-log inI scrubbed his floors for eight months before the Moon Goddess bound me to him in front of three hundred witnesses. was fate finally choosing me.? unknown to me It became the beginning of the worst night of my life. The woman he was supposed to marry framed me as a spy within a day, and nobody asked one honest question before believing her. My own Alpha stood in his hall and rejected me, tore the bond out of my chest, and let his guards drag me to the border like I was nothing worth keeping. I never begged him to change his mind. I simply walked. Turns out the nameless servant girl he threw away was the lost daughter of the enemy pack next door, and the fire sleeping quietly in my blood was something his own bloodline had gone to war to wipe out generations ago. I did not come back to win him back or hear another apology. I came back to burn down everything he loved, starting with the woman who framed me, and ending with the pack that watched me fall and called it justice. He will spends the rest of his life learning what he threw away. I'll make sure he never gets the chance to hold it again. He will beg, eventually. I let him kneel in front of everyone. Then I walk past him anyway, in front of every person who once watched me get dragged out in chains. Some mistakes do not get forgiven twice. Some bonds do not get a second chance. I am not the girl who knelt on that cold floor anymore, and I am finished being anyone's mistake to fix. He rejected me once. I will not give him the chance to reconcile with me ever again.
view moreWe moved east under what little cover the thinning trees still offered.Talia kept the pace brutal and steady. The two other scouts ranged wide, one ahead and one behind, while the runner who had brought Vivienne’s letter stayed close enough to relay any signal. I conserved the fire as much as the hunt allowed. Every time the residual silver light tried to surface under my skin I forced it down again, though the effort left a low, constant ache behind my eyes. The letter’s warning stayed sharp in my mind: Kael wanted me using the power. Every flare spent time I no longer had in abundance.Near dawn the trees opened onto the northern road—the old packed-earth track that once carried trade between the border villages and the outer Ashwood holdings. It should have been empty. Instead we found the remains of a fight that had ended only hours earlier.Bodies lay scattered across the road and into the ditches. Most wore the mixed cloaks of the small combined patrols my father and Damon had
Night settled fully while I rested in the blind.Talia rotated the watch without comment. One scout remained at the upper approach, the other at the lower. I used the time to force the silver light as far down as it would go. It obeyed more slowly than it used to. Even after I stopped calling it, a faint shimmer lingered along the insides of my wrists and at the base of my throat, visible whenever the covered lamp was unshielded for a moment. Talia saw it. She did not speak of it again.Near midnight the lower scout gave a short, controlled whistle.Talia extinguished the lamp and moved to the entrance in silence. A moment later she returned with a fourth figure—a Crimson Hollow runner I recognized from the main compound, face streaked with dirt and the kind of exhaustion that came from hard travel through hostile ground. He dropped to one knee, breathing hard, and held out a sealed packet.“Intercepted on the old trade road south of the burning villages,” he said. “Carrier was Bloodm
The pines eventually gave way to a narrower stretch of mixed forest where the ground turned rocky and the canopy thinned. I slowed only enough to keep my footing. The horns had not faded completely; they had simply spread wider, trying to drive me toward the open ground to the west where the next burned village still sent up smoke.The silver light under my skin would not fully die.I kept checking my wrists as I ran. Every time I thought I had forced the last glow down, a faint shimmer returned along the veins, visible even in the low light. It answered my heartbeat instead of my will. Mara’s words stayed with me stride after stride. The fraying had begun. I was no longer imagining it.A steep bank dropped toward a shallow river I did not recognize from any map I had studied. I slid down it on my heels and entered the water without hesitation, letting the current carry me a short distance before I climbed out on the opposite side. The cold helped. For a few minutes the glow beneath m
The circle closed faster than I could reshape the fire.Orange light flared from a dozen palms at once, forcing my silver shield tighter and tighter around the stone platform. Every impact sent a fresh tremor up my arms. The moonfire no longer answered with clean precision. It surged and lagged in uneven pulses, as if it had grown tired of being told what shape to take and wanted only to burn free.I chose the narrowest point in the ring and drove a spear of silver straight through it.The fighter who took the hit went down hard. The two beside him staggered. I leapt from the platform in that small gap and hit the meadow running. Orange bolts scorched the grass on either side of me. One clipped my shoulder hard enough to spin me halfway around, but the fire in my own blood closed the burn before it could deepen. I kept my feet and plunged into the trees on the far side.They followed.Branches whipped my face. Roots tried to take my ankles. I let the silver light flare in short, brigh
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