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Chapter Fifty-Seven

Author: Larissa Watson
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 05:42:34

Loria’s POV

The document on my laptop screen stared back at me like a challenge I hadn’t trained for. Blank. Blinking cursor. Waiting. The soft light from the afternoon sun filtered through the window and spilled across the couch where Simon and I had made our bed for the last few weeks.

Our room had transformed from a hospital nursery into a strange blend of family living space and ICU. Monitors, tubing, oxygen tanks—all woven between bassinets and plush blankets and the low sound of lullabies humming from a small speaker on the bookshelf. And yet, despite all of that... there was peace. Not perfect. Not easy. But real.

My fingers hovered above the keyboard again. I typed the same opening line I had three times already.

"Three years ago, our pack was nearly destroyed..."

Backspace.

"The Crescent Shadow Pack has known loss..."

Backspace.

"We survived the kind of tragedy that reshapes the bones of a people."

Backspace.

I sighed and closed the lid.

How do you put that kind of devastatio
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    Simon’s POVThe next morning arrived far too quickly.Sunlight barely filtered through the curtains before I was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed from the waist down and holding my shirt in my hands, staring blankly at the floor. My entire body hummed with something I still didn’t fully understand. The raw, pulsing edge of magic.But at least I wasn’t glowing anymore.Loria stood near the mirror, applying a finishing touch to her makeup. Her illusion was flawless. She looked exactly the way she used to—mousy brown curls, flame-colored eyes, soft skin untouched by the divine shift that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. I knew it was a mask. I also knew she hated wearing it. But it was necessary.We had to get through today without setting off seventy-six Alphas and their Lunas.I dragged my shirt over my head and stood, adjusting the cuffs. The dress code was somewhere between business casual and regal power move, and I tried my best to land somewhere in the

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    Loria’s POVMy feet didn’t seem to touch the ground anymore.Yet, beneath me, I could feel it all—the hum of the soil, the song of roots, the pulse of something ancient and patient and impossibly alive. It was as if the earth itself breathed with me, sighed with me. The magic wasn’t just around me now. It was me.Zerina, usually the one clawing at the edges of my thoughts, had gone quiet.At first I thought she might be in shock.“I’m not in shock,” she finally muttered, her tone dry. “I’m just trying to figure out how in the hell we’re supposed to hide this from an entire room full of Alphas tomorrow.”I blinked, still disoriented from the residual glow beneath my skin. I could feel it like a second heartbeat, slow and steady but ready to surge.“Easy,” I whispered inwardly. “I can shield it.”“Maybe you can,” she snapped. “But what about him?”My eyes turned instinctively to Simon.He stood just a few feet away, chest still heaving from our walk, his golden skin glowing with threads

  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Sixty

    Simon’s POV“Simon, GO,” Zyan roared in my head, but my feet were already moving towards the door. As soon as I stepped onto the porch Zyan shifted, shredding my clothes to bits. His paws hit the ground and didn’t slow down. “What was that,” I asked him.We both felt the warmth, the radiating light that came from my skin, the feeling of unknown power residing in my veins. “I don’t know,” Zyan whispered.Loria stepped through the trees and my whole world stopped. It is her I am sure of it, but she didn’t look like that when she left the house. Her hair once mousy brown and full of curls, is now solid black and hangs to her knees in big waves. Her eyes that used to look like flames are now a piercing green with silver flaking the edges. She walks straight towards Zyan’s massive form. Zyan sniffs her and tries to nuzzle his nose into her stomach. She giggles slightly but her voice doesn’t even sound like her. It sounds like something out of this world. High pitched and heavenly. “

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  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Fifty-Eight

    Simon’s POVShe clutched a hand to her chest, cheeks flushed, and I could feel both her startle and her pull toward me through the bond.My eyes traveled over her—slow, reverent. I couldn't help it. That gown. That woman. My mate.Every inch of her was a reminder that power didn’t always roar. Sometimes it stood in silence and owned the room. She looked like a queen from one of the old legends, carved from moonlight and war."You're going to break necks in that dress," I said, stepping inside and letting the door click softly behind me.Zyan stirred almost immediately. "Ours. That is ours. Look at her. Stars above, we mated with a goddess."I couldn't argue.Loria shifted, adjusting the silver wrap over her shoulders, still looking in the mirror. The sheer sleeves sparkled under the soft light, and the way the gown clung to her body—hell. I was speechless."You think it’s too much?" she asked, turning to face me. Her brow was furrowed slightly, uncertainty blooming behind her confiden

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