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Chapter Ninety-Six

ผู้เขียน: Larissa Watson
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-13 12:53:42

Anthony’s POV

This library? This one was different.

It smelled like old paper and tree bark, and the way it felt—it was like walking into someone else’s memory. Like the walls were remembering everything people had ever learned here and weren’t done teaching yet.

Luna Solene brought us through a low stone archway, her red hair glowing in the torchlight. “There’s a room just above the library,” she told Mama. “You’re welcome to use it while you’re here. It’s private and quiet.”

Mama smiled. “Thank you, Luna Solene. We’ll make good use of it.”

She nodded once and left, her footsteps already fading into the silence.

The library stretched in both directions, shelves curving like ribs around a heart. Tables and chairs filled the middle, and some of the lights hanging above us were shaped like stars. Like real stars. They didn’t flicker—they glowed.

Mama dropped her bag on the nearest table and pulled out the enchanted map we found back at the castle. My heart sped up as she unrolled it—smo
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  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Ninety-Six

    Anthony’s POVThis library? This one was different.It smelled like old paper and tree bark, and the way it felt—it was like walking into someone else’s memory. Like the walls were remembering everything people had ever learned here and weren’t done teaching yet.Luna Solene brought us through a low stone archway, her red hair glowing in the torchlight. “There’s a room just above the library,” she told Mama. “You’re welcome to use it while you’re here. It’s private and quiet.”Mama smiled. “Thank you, Luna Solene. We’ll make good use of it.”She nodded once and left, her footsteps already fading into the silence.The library stretched in both directions, shelves curving like ribs around a heart. Tables and chairs filled the middle, and some of the lights hanging above us were shaped like stars. Like real stars. They didn’t flicker—they glowed.Mama dropped her bag on the nearest table and pulled out the enchanted map we found back at the castle. My heart sped up as she unrolled it—smo

  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Ninety-Five

    Loria’s POVThis part of the pack house was different.Quieter.The magic here didn’t hum—it listened.Walls of dark grey stone curved gently inward, and the torches that lit the way burned silver instead of gold. The silence wasn’t empty. It was sacred. Every step felt intentional, like we were walking deeper into something ancient and secret.Abby turned a corner and paused beside a heavy oak door.Dark, almost black, the door was carved with intricate patterns I couldn’t place—geometric runes woven into the flow of trees, stars, and wolves. A single spiral in the center pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. The handle was iron, wrapped in leather worn from years of use.Abby turned to us, expression unreadable. “This is Luna Solene’s chamber.”Simon and I exchanged a glance. Anthony stood silently between us, his hand already reaching for mine.Abby raised her fist and knocked twice.The sound echoed—once, twice, then faded into silence.Then the spiral on the door flared gold.The doo

  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Ninety-Four

    Loria’s POVThe inside of the tent was warm, dim, and comforting—like a cocoon spun from silver thread and old magic. Simon’s wards kept the mountain air at bay, and the enchantments woven into the fabric muffled the rustle of the forest outside. It felt safe, even though we were camped just beyond the boundary of a territory we’d never stepped foot in before.Simon summoned a low flame in the center ring of the tent and conjured three simple plates onto the floor between us.“Sandwiches it is,” he said, slicing the loaves with a flick of his fingers. Cheese, apples, and something that smelled suspiciously like herbed turkey filled the air with warmth and nostalgia. “Don’t judge me. I added rosemary.”I smiled. “You’re showing off.”Anthony didn’t even look up from his book as he reached for a sandwich. “He always does.”We sat cross-legged in a circle, the glow from Simon’s small flame casting flickers of gold against the tent’s silver seams. Anthony chewed quietly for a moment, stil

  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Ninety-Three

    Simon’s POVWe didn’t pack much.There was no need to.Between Loria and me, we could conjure anything we needed—clothes, bedding, heat, protection. But food was still practical, and so was the magical tent. The same one we’d used before. It had earned its place.While I double-checked the perimeter wards around the castle one more time, Loria was in our office crafting something far more delicate.She held two small oval mirrors—framed in brushed silver, no bigger than the palm of her hand—and whispered old magic into them. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, weaving sigils across the glass as golden light shimmered between the pair.“They’ll work like mirrors between realms,” she explained, without looking up. “Like… magical FaceTime, but prettier.”I chuckled. “That’s horrifying and amazing.”“You love it.”“Not denying that.”When she was done, she handed me one of the mirrors. The surface pulsed once as it attuned to me, then fell still.We packed lightly after that: a few enc

  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Ninety-Two

    Simon's POVThe next three days passed in a blur.Between restoration work, settling the babies, and managing the steady stream of new arrivals, I barely remembered to sleep.The quads were doing well. Doc had set up a schedule, and somehow—with all five babies under one roof—we’d managed not to lose our minds. Venus had reattached herself to Andy and Amy like a barnacle, which honestly worked out perfectly. The nursery ran on a sort of sacred chaos, but it worked.A quarter of the coven chose to stay permanently, helping to fortify the land and continue restoration efforts. The rest? Loria portaled them back to the southern territory—the newly designated Caleb’s pack lands.Audrey had gone too, but only to make one final move.She passed the mantle of High Priestess of the South to Agatha.That still hadn't fully sunk in.But when she came back… she didn’t come alone.She brought twice as many werewolves with her as we had before. Some stepped out of the enchanted travel crate in tig

  • What Survived The Burn   Chapter Ninety

    Simon’s POVThe hallway was quiet now. Still glowing faintly with magic left behind by our work, but hushed—like the castle was holding its breath.Loria stood beside me, one hand cupped gently around a golden sphere of light. It hovered just above her palm, pulsing softly like a heartbeat.“What is that?” I asked, watching as it floated upward and drifted slowly down the corridor ahead of us.“A locator spell,” she murmured. “Designed to find the Headmaster’s quarters—or, in this case, the quarters meant for whoever’s in charge.”My brows lifted. “You’re assuming it’s not just a bedroom.”She smirked. “Have you seen the rest of this place?”Fair point.The sphere glided steadily, turning corners, drifting past doors until—finally—it stopped. It hovered in front of the very last door at the end of the hall, spinning slightly in place.“This is it,” she said, excitement threading through her voice.I stepped ahead of her and laid my hand on the door. The wood was ancient, reinforced wit

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