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LOGINHana I was never meant to be a free soul that could drift through the world with no responsibilities. I was born into the world as the heir to the Shadowlands, a witch and the granddaughter of the High Witch. One day, the High Witch sent me on a mission. It was only supposed to be a simple task, and I knew it was a test. But then he found me, or maybe I found him. Cael. A wolf shifter, eyes like ice, and my soul sang out to him. I know that being around him, and the way my magic hummed. I knew what he was; he was dangerous. Cael I came into this city with blood on my hands, revenge carved into my bones, as old as time. I swore I had only one goal, and that was it. Not power, not money, and most of all not love. But fate played a cruel game. The witches I loathe and see as a means to an end; the second most powerful witch to set foot on this planet is my mate. Hana is a temptation who has the mouth of a sailor and the body of a goddess. To claim her is a risk that I will have to take, while fighting this world for a deep-rooted revenge. Together Their bond is a curse yet fated by the Moon Goddess herself. Every stolen touch burns like coals deep and powerful. Every denial and space only pulls them together. As a rebellion simmers in the dark, and ancient enemies who longed to be awakened, stir in their slumber. Hana and Cael are brought together and have to decide: Will they seek revenge, love, or will they burn the world on fire, and make it crumble at their feet?
View MoreCael’s POVThe summit banquet was exactly what I expected: a flashy display of wealth, pride, and heavy perfume. The powerful mixed together, showing off their jewels and sharp smiles. Power seemed to fill every corner, with each lord and alpha eager to outshine the others.I hadn’t seen the High Alpha or the Crescent Moon Alpha yet. They were probably waiting to make a grand entrance, to remind everyone exactly where they stood on the food chain.Whispers claimed the Crescent Moon Alpha shared blood with the High Alpha. If that was true, toppling one would drag the other down, too. Two birds. One war.I shake the thought off. Not yet.For now, I play the part. A nameless alpha among strangers.I lounge against a marble pillar, the subtle thrum of fae magic vibrating in the walls. Slipping inside was easy: a potion to cloak my scent, a hint of charm, and a forged seal for the gatekeepers. The potion muffles my aura, softens the Alpha edge in my presence. To them, I am nothing but a sh
Hana’s POVThe car slips through the city, its windows so deeply tinted that the outside world melts into ribbons of gold and shadow. My own reflection hovers in the glass, ghostly and angular beneath the faint interior glow.I almost don’t recognize her.My grandmother’s chosen dress wraps me in silken blue, scattered with tiny stones that flash like trapped starlight each time the car jolts. Silver magic threads glint through my pinned-up braid. I could have stepped from one of her ancestral portraits: poised, unreachable, the flawless echo of her legacy.Grandma sits beside me, regal as a queen. Her posture is carved from discipline. The faint scent of lavender and old parchment lingers around her, comforting and stifling in the same breath.She hasn’t spoken since we left the palace. She doesn’t need to. Her silence is the calm before the storm, leaving you to wonder if thunder or fire will follow.Tomorrow, she’ll announce me as her heir.Tomorrow, the world will know the next Hi
Cael’s POVMoonlight drenched me in liquid silver, cold and electric. It flooded every pore until my bones throbbed with something wild. Pleasure became a blade, exquisite and lethal, cutting so deep I almost howled.I ran through the forest, muscles tense and ready. My paws hit the ground hard. Branches whipped by. The air stung my lungs. My beast loved the pain, the wild ache, the freedom. If I had stayed in that city, surrounded by lights, crowds, and the witch’s scent, I would have broken.I would’ve set the city ablaze, watched it crumble to ash, piece by piece.Her scent stayed with me, sweet and maddening. I could still feel her skin on my palm. And her eyes, fierce and green, broke through the walls I had built for years.She was breathtaking.And a curse.I should have broken the bond as soon as I saw her getting coffee. But I was weak. Curiosity consumed me, driving me to want to know her secrets and whether they could help me. Now, I don’t know if I want her for answers or
Hana's POVThe palace loomed, impossibly vast. I pressed into the balcony rail, letting the night air chill my skin. Far below, gardens unfurled in tangled ribbons of lantern light, marble fountains murmuring secrets. Moonlit flowers seemed to swell and glow, determined to outdo the moon itself. If I narrowed my eyes, the whole scene blurred into something unreal—lights, hedges, perfume rising thick as a spell. It was all too dazzling, too dreamlike, as if I’d wandered into a fairy tale no one remembered to end.It was fitting, really—like so much of my life these days.I let out a sigh, propping my chin on my palm as I watched two guards trace lazy circles along the gravel below. They moved with the easy certainty of people who belonged. Must be nice.My stomach knotted. Tomorrow’s ball—the so-called summit. Only a lunatic would think cramming alphas, fae lords, witches, and vampires into one gilded room was smart. Who actually believes that’s safe? It’s a murder mystery just begging
Hana’s POVThe vision of him stirs in my mind, louder than the warning bells clanging in my head. Every instinct screams move, but my body refuses.Instead, I sip my coffee, acting as if I'm unbothered. Not distracted by his godlike face or the faint glow of his eyes in the café light. His white, moonlit hair makes his tan skin look even sharper.My gaze slips lower. Leather jacket, black shirt stretched tight across his chest. I really should stop looking.When I drag my eyes back up, he’s already watching me. Mischief in his gaze.“Like what you see, little witch?” His voice drops, smooth and low.Damn it. Time to move.“Stop calling me witch. It’s Hana.” My voice is sharper than intended. “I need to go.”I stand, but before I can take a step, his hand catches my wrist. That grin was still painted on his lips.“Hana.” My name rolls off his tongue like a secret, and something clenches low in my belly. My breath betrays me, hitching.How can I be so careless, letting him touch me and
Cael’s POVDesWillow.This city feels caught between eras. Old bones hold up a shiny, ever-changing surface. Cobbled streets wind under neon lights, and stone buildings hide behind glass shops. Market stalls, run by vendors from every background, crowd every alley, their awnings heavy with herbs, charms, and tech that almost seems magical. The air is thick with the smell of fried food and ozone, a mix of magic and city grit.Tourists crowd the streets, snapping photos of gargoyle towers and the old palace. Locals weave past, faces hard, unease flickering under practiced indifference. This city is a melting pot of all kinds of people. Still, local voices are colored by unease. DesWillow is neutral ground, but power struggles simmer on every block. Now, leaders from across the province arrive.And today, the summit would shove them all into one gilded hall.Guards fill the city. Wolves move in tight groups, watching all. Fae warriors pass in pale armor, blades shining with magic. Vampir
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