LOGINNeris's POV"Something's wrong with my memory."I say it before I fully understand why, sitting across from my mother in a borrowed room within the academy's rebuilt east wing, hours after Gideon's confession left all three of us reeling."What do you mean?" she asks carefully."I've spent eighteen years believing my memories of early childhood were simply thin, the way anyone's memories from that age tend to be. But since you arrived, fragments keep surfacing that I don't remember ever having before." My hands tighten in my lap. "A woman's voice, singing something I can't quite place. A house I don't recognize, hidden somewhere in trees I've never consciously visited. A pendant, silver, shaped like nothing I've seen since."Something shifts in my mother's expression, careful and pained at once. "Describe the pendant.""Small. A crescent, but not like the mark. Simpler. I remember it catching light whenever I moved.""That was mine," she says quietly. "I gave it to you the night befor
Neris's POV"She's lying."Gideon says it before I've even finished explaining who's standing at the academy gates, his voice too fast, too certain, exactly the way it sounded the first time I confronted him over a video call about a rogue attack that wasn't one."You haven't even seen her yet.""I don't need to see her. Your mother is dead, Neris. I identified her body myself." His hands are steadier than his voice, folded tightly in his lap the way they always go when he's managing a conversation instead of having one. "Whoever this woman is, she is manipulating something she's clearly researched extensively. Grief makes people vulnerable to exactly this kind of exploitation.""She knew things nobody could have researched. A scar. A nickname my mother used before I could even speak.""Then someone close to your mother before her death shared those details, deliberately, to construct exactly this kind of convincing lie." His jaw tightens. "I understand the appeal of believing your mo
Neris's POV"Stay back."I say it before she's taken more than three steps through the academy gates, my wolf rising instinctively despite the ancient recognition still humming beneath my skin."Neris." Her voice carries an ache I don't want to trust, warm and familiar in a way that terrifies me more than any threat I've faced this month. "It's been eighteen years. I understand you don't recognize me.""I don't recognize you because my mother is dead." My voice shakes despite every effort to steady it. "I have a report. A containment order. A confirmation of elimination, signed and filed the same night my parents died.""Paperwork isn't truth, daughter. You of all people should understand that by now.""Don't call me that." I step back despite myself, Cassian's hand steady at my shoulder, Evren tense beside me, Lucien watching the entire exchange with careful, methodical attention. "I attended a memorial. I remember it, vaguely, through everything else from that year. There was a serv
Neris's POV"You're not hiding anymore."Evren says it quietly, joining me on the academy's highest balcony, the one that overlooks the entire rebuilt courtyard and, beyond it, the tree line stretching toward mountains I've never had reason to look at closely until tonight."I used to avoid this exact spot," I admit. "Too visible. Too many windows below where someone might glance up and wonder why the servant girl was standing somewhere she didn't belong.""And now?""Now I don't know how to stop looking at everything like it's mine to see." I lean against the railing, the cool stone solid beneath my hands, the letter from this morning still folded carefully in my pocket, its single sentence refusing to leave the edges of my thoughts entirely. "Strange, considering I still don't fully know what I am.""I don't think any of us fully know that yet," Cassian says, arriving from the stairwell with Lucien a step behind him. "Kaelith. Virel. Whatever combination of ancient bloodlines and ma
Neris's POV"You're staring."I say it without turning around, watching the courtyard through the same window I used to clean every morning before dawn, back when nobody noticed me long enough to earn a name beyond "the servant girl.""I'm allowed to stare," Evren says, coming to stand beside me. "You just walked back into this academy carrying an ancient relic and enough authority to make twelve Alpha bloodlines answer to you. Staring seems reasonable.""It's strange," I admit. "A month ago I couldn't walk through that courtyard without someone finding a reason to remind me I didn't belong here.""Things change."Below us, the courtyard has been rebuilt in pieces, students moving through the reconstruction with a different energy than I remember, some carrying supplies, others simply working alongside instructors who once wouldn't have acknowledged my presence in the same room. A group of younger students spots me through the window and, instead of scattering the way they used to, se
Neris's POV"Impossible."Kessel's voice cracks for the first time since I've known him, all his careful composure finally abandoning him as he stares at what I've become.I rise slowly from the chamber floor, and the ancient presence settled inside me doesn't feel foreign anymore, doesn't feel like something separate fighting for control. It feels like the rest of myself I never knew was missing, finally returned."You said every prior vessel either died or lost themselves," I say, my voice carrying a resonance that wasn't there before, layered with something vast and certain. "I did neither.""That should not be possible." He backs toward the chamber's edge, and for the first time, I see something in him I've never seen before, not calculation, not patience.Fear."You built this entire chamber assuming whoever claimed the relic would need you to interpret its power," I say, understanding settling into place with a clarity that feels less like realization and more like remembering s







