Semua Bab VEILFIRE: CURSED TO BURN, BORN TO REIGN: Bab 21 - Bab 30

POV: ARAYA The forest was quiet again.Not the quiet of peace—But the breath held before a scream.Araya walked through it barefoot.The moss on the ground she walked on withered.Scorched dry under her foot, but no fire touched it.No birds singing No insects chirping.The wind, once a soft whisper of mourning in her ear, was gone. It didn't touch her skin anymore. It turned away from her smell.She was a flame without kindling.Wrath without a name.Walking where only crazy gods and banished things dared tread.And every breath she exhaled turned the summer air to frost.Cold spilt from her skin like grief.The rune on her shoulder no longer throbbed; it commanded, pulsing with a force that was not light or heat, but something far older.Heatless. Hollow. Divinely.Something inside her swells with pressure.Old. Patient.It moved and whispered "We're here." "At the mouth of your ending. And your beginning"Araya stop.Before her stood a ring of monolithic stones- ancient and ha

POV: KADE , ADIRA The bond should have snapped when he rejected her. It should have silenced the threads—her scent in his breath, her voice in the hollow of his chest. It should’ve ended. Final. Done. But it hadn’t. And Kade was unravelling. His wolf refused to sleep. He sat shirtless in the dark, breath uneven, knuckles bloodied from sparring that hadn’t dulled the ache beneath his skin. Fire crackled in the hearth, casting jagged shadows across stone—but its heat never touched him. Something older pulsed in him. Not rage. Restlessness. The kind that burrowed into bone. The kind that hissed Mine at the back of his skull and wouldn’t let go. Adira stood behind him, hands gentle as she smoothed sacred Luna oils across his shoulders. Lavender. Sage. Sacred root. Meant to ground him. They made his stomach churn. “You need to let it go,” she murmured, more to herself than him. Kade stayed silent, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Her fingers traced slow circle

POV: ARAYAThey told scary stories about the Pathless Vale to scare orphan pups.No stars ever came near it.No moonlight survived its breath.And no one who went in ever came out whole.But Araya was no longer Araya; she was something else, something that made even the gods tremble.So she walked.One foot step after another, past the ridge of Blackroot Hollow, past the ruined shrine of the Moon Triad, into the place where even wolves stopped howling.Her flame rune pulsed faintly at her collarbone.Not like when she had a near-death experience.Not like when her wolf wanted to manifest.This was different.Like Curiosity.The wind did not whisper. It exhaled long and low as if mourning. The bark on the trees looked like petrified bone, and the trees were twisted and had silver veins. Their roots split the ground like veins in flesh.She walked past the remains of an old hunting camp long abandoned. A torn satchel spilt dried berries across the moss. Something inside remembers the gn

POV: ARAYA The Vale never truly slept. Even when the sky blackened and the wind stilled, the land pulsed—not with life, but with memory. And memory burned. It lingered like smoke after a fire, curling through branches, whispering beneath the ground. The trees drank it in. The stones remembered. The mist carried it like a secret. Since the altar, Araya drifted between wakefulness and fevered sleep. Her body ached, her skin hot with Hollowlight. Every breath scorched. The new mark on her wrist throbbed in time with the old scar on her collarbone. Not agonising—just constant. Like something knocking from inside. A slow, rhythmic pulse that grew louder, pushing through her veins like light seeking cracks. It wouldn’t let her forget. Not what she’d seen. Not what waited just beyond the veil of sleep and fire. She sat beneath a dead tree, arms around her knees, wrapped in silence and bone-deep exhaustion. The Vale’s cold pressed against her, but she barely felt it. S

POV: ADIRA, SELENE Adira stood before the moonlit mirror, draped in silver and mileage. The veil brushed her bare shoulders like reverence. Frost lilies-sacred blooms for chosen mates-were pinned in her hair. Everything about her whispered elegance, perfection, and untouchable grace. And yet... She couldn't stop thinking about her. The cursed girl. The wolfless orphan. The slave with no name, no family. That mistake had left claw marks on the Alpha Heir's soul. Araya. Adira's fingers dug into the dressing table until her knuckles whitened. Crescent-shaped dents marked the polished wood beneath her nails. "She's gone," she whispered. "Chased into the wild like the dog she is." But her reflection didn't believe it. Her kohl-lined eyes, haloed in moonlight, betrayed the tremble beneath her beauty. Because no matter how polished her smile, how perfect the Luna image... Adira knew. Kade wasn't hers. Not yet. Not fully. Not while Araya still breathed. H