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Chapter 4

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Coralie could no longer contain herself. She pointed at me and laughed out loud.

"You dug up a man's skeleton and thought that would prove Felicity is dead?"

"That's the most pathetic scheme I've ever seen."

The woman gestured for the Healer to wheel her toward me, then reached out and took my hand.

"Nova, living alone in the forest all these years must have worn you down. You've been seeing things."

"Come back to the Crescent Moon Pack with me. I don't blame you for any of this.

From this day forward, you will be with your best friends, the one and only Witch of our pack."

I looked at that face, flawless and unreadable, and felt something cold settle deep in my chest.

Ethan had picked up a rough understanding of divination from me when he was young.

He gathered the tarot cards from the ground, still stained with my blood, crouched down, and worked through them quickly.

At first his brow was furrowed tight.

Then his head snapped up, his face breaking into wild relief.

"Nova! It changed! The reading actually changed!"

Ethan seized Alaric's arm, nearly shaking with excitement.

"Dad, look at this! The Star as the guide, the Empress manifest, all things in bloom!"

"Mom isn't dead! Mom is right here, she's perfectly fine!"

He turned to me, his voice edged with exasperation.

"Nova, you must have gone too long without reading. You're out of practice."

"My mom is standing right there. Please, can you stop putting us through this?"

Lucius nodded along beside him. The warriors surrounding us all exhaled with audible relief.

The tension that had locked Alaric's entire body finally released, and he seemed to collapse inward with exhaustion.

He walked over to me, his voice rough and low.

"Nova, ten years alone in that forest. You've been carrying too much for too long."

"Take her to the villa to rest. No one disturbs her without my permission."

Several warriors stepped forward and gestured politely for me to follow.

The woman watched me with gentle eyes.

"Go and sleep. When you wake up, all of this will have passed."

I looked at the relief on their faces and felt something close to grief wash over me.

The Wheel of Fate had already inscribed the ending. How could the reading be wrong?

I could not keep deceiving myself.

There are countless arrangements in this world, and yes, tricks exist that can slip past the stars.

But whoever was behind this impostor, no matter how elaborate the deception, was nothing more than an insect measured against the one person I was searching for.

I wrenched my hand free from the woman's grip.

"Rest? That won't be necessary."

I reached back and drew out the blood-soaked tarot card, and without a moment's hesitation, drove a thorn into my finger.

"Nova!"

"What are you doing!"

Alaric and both pups lurched forward on instinct, their faces changing in an instant.

"Nobody move!"

My voice cracked across the courtyard like a command.

Dragon's Blood Powder mixed with blood and spread across my brow, tracing itself into a strange and ancient sigil.

I opened my eyes.

The pupils that had always been crisp black and white now carried a faint but unmistakable gleam of dark gold, deep enough to make the heart stutter.

The moment the woman met my gaze, the color drained from her face. She flinched backward, a small involuntary retreat she couldn't quite control.

"Nova. What are you trying to do?"

I looked down at her and asked my final question.

"You say you are Felicity. Then tell me."

"The old director who took the two of us in and brought us to the orphanage. What was her name?"

The woman hesitated for just a fraction of a second. Her eyes flickered. Then, with perfectly natural ease, the answer left her lips.

"Elias, a kindly old grandmother, as everyone well knew."

The instant the name landed, the entire courtyard went dead silent.

I closed my eyes. A single tear slipped from the corner and fell, striking the cold stone below.

Alaric's face turned the color of ash. His body swayed violently, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ethan and Lucius began to shake, a deep and uncontrollable trembling.

Every trace of trust that had lived in their eyes dissolved at once and was replaced by something boundless and hateful.

They fixed their gaze on the woman in the wheelchair and did not look away.

The warriors around her were disciplined and sharp. They read the room in an instant and closed in, surrounding her completely.

Alaric stared at her with eyes that looked ready to split open. His voice tore out of him like a wound.

"You're not Felicity. Who. Are. You."
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