For the first time in weeks, Zayla wished she could silence Ari’s voice—a fevered whisper thrumming in her mind as the Sanctuary’s inner doors slammed shut behind them. No retreat now. The echo of the lock clicked against her spine, taut like a bowstring drawn tight. Beside her, Bella fidgeted, adjusting her grip around her wrist; the flickering blue scales danced in agitation, pulsating in eerily perfect rhythm with the talisman on the far wall—a spiral of crystal and bone that seemed to call to them, as if it knew their very names.Silence reigned as they ventured deeper into the prophecy chamber. Jenifer’s lips were pressed into a thin line, close as a blade’s edge, while Liam’s hands turned to rigid, white-knuckled fists. Amanda mandated the stillness: “This place… it breathes. The wards are ancient. Angry.”The chamber thrummed with a life of its own, far more than it was haunted. Runes crisscrossing the walls pulsed steadily, each heartbeat drawing their gaze in an irresistible

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They had a good reason to fear a trap.The moment Zayla and Bella pressed their palms against the relic’s cold, coiled bone, the world erupted into chaos. The ceiling hissed and heaved; a web of glassy veins sprang to life, channeling a blizzard of blue fire into the walls. The dead shifters surrounding the column spasm one last time, their bodies hollowed by centuries, but still not nearly hollow enough. Their skulls jerked on broken necks, jaws dropping in near-unison rictus, and what bled their eye sockets wasn’t mere emptiness, but smoke and wrath—shadows erupting like wasps from a nest.Jenifer, Liam, and Amanda hit the floor with trained reflexes just as a shock wave of force flung every living being back from the column. The Queen remained upright, her mouth twisted into a feral, vindicated smile. Zayla, half-blinded, felt the bones in her hands screaming with raw, overcharged power; her vision fractured into violet shards until all she could see was Ari’s fear reflected back a

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The world outside the spiral is gone. There’s only the circle and the storm.Zayla stands at the center, the ground beneath her stripped raw by wind and power. Her hands are ringed in violet fire, fingers splayed, every nerve alive with the memory of her own bones breaking and rebuilding. Beside her—no, behind her, because Ari insists on a formation—Bella shudders with cold so intense it eats the sound out of the air. Scales creep along Bella’s forearms and up her neck, dark and bright by turns. For a half-breath, Zayla is terrified of her, and then the fear passes; Bella is family, whatever else she might become.The sky churns in colors the human eye shouldn’t register—veins of blue-black and raw gold, splitting and knitting with every lightning flash. The stone circle that cages them is ancient, notched with runes that glow and fade like a heartbeat. Zayla feels their pulse under her feet, a rhythm that promises violence.The storm isn’t just weather. It’s prophecy made flesh, and

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It was not even midnight when the world turned itself inside out.Zayla felt it first as a metallic taste in her mouth, a wild current slicing through her bones. The sensation was so sudden that she dropped the relic she had been inspecting—the artifact rolled across the uneven sanctuary floor. It clinked against the glassy obsidian, spinning like a coin between fate and chaos. The air in the sanctuary, already razor-thin, now vibrated with a pressure that made her skull hum.The celestial event was heralded for twelve generations and dreaded by every person as arriving a week ahead of schedule.Ari’s panic was instant. With a scream that cut straight through her mind, Ari warned Zayla, “You are NOT READY.” But that wasn’t even half the truth.Against the wall, Bella stood doubled over, hands braced on her knees, strands of wet black hair sticking to her cheeks. Blue scales flickered up one arm, then vanished. Zayla rushed to her, and in that moment, the world stopped pretending it ha

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When Zayla comes to, she’s on her back, and the sky is a jagged scar above her. The stone circle is half melted, and the altar is a crater. Jenifer is slumped over Bella, who is out cold but breathing, blue scales retreating from her skin.Of Liam, there’s no sign. Not even a shadow.Zayla crawls forward, dragging herself to the edge of the crater. She peers in, expecting to find a corpse or a ruin.Instead, a spiral is burned into the stone at the bottom. It glows with a faint, amber light. Zayla knows, without being told, that it’s all that’s left of him.She slumps next to Bella, feeling the cold settle in her bones. There’s no more pain—just a vast, empty ache.Jenifer sits beside them, hands wrapped tight around her own wrist, staring at the blue sigil.Nobody speaks. There’s nothing left to say.Above them, the sky clears. The storm is over.It takes time for sound to return.The world after the convergence is a muted echo chamber, all the violence spent. Zayla sits in the shado

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Zayla could not remember the last time her heart beat without dread, but tonight it managed it—two, maybe three solid thumps of pure, uncut joy. The great hall of Cordiva was chaotic, all bruised knuckles and celebratory shouting, the high windows glowing with the kind of indigo twilight that made the world outside feel solicitous and far away. At the head of the table, the Queen—their mother—sat sinuous and tall, her sleeves rolled to the elbow, laughing in a way that was so unfamiliar it almost hurt to look at her. Even the guards, faces usually locked in predatory readiness, had split into raucous factions, gambling on the outcomes of arm wrestling matches or, in one case, a contest to see who could eat the most pickled eggs without retching.Bella and Zayla, for the first time in all their years, took up their places together at the heart of it: not hiding, not calculating their exits, but simply present. Bella’s hair was a damp rope down her back, her jaw bruised and knuckles spl

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