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Hey all So I know it's been a minute since I last posted. I have been trying to fix my website and busy with remodeling parts of my house. A friend of mine has bn kind enough (she's an editor) to read my story and change some grammar these lasting months, but she has just finished with her maternity leave and is due to get back to work soon. so I'm going to be on my own, which means a few grunting errors lol. Take the time to have coffee and don't begrudge me if I miss a was, had, ly at the end. 😅 NB. Krav is so freaking close to bn fully possessed by the god. I'm not sure yet how the story is going to go,only time will tell. But we shall see. Next month, I will be in the pro-writing aid challenge so most of my time will be focused on them but I will still update when I have a chance. please take the time to Gem me up lol.... And send me some emails, telling me if you are enjoying the book. for now ciao

Ashlyn By the time the engines faded and the dust settled, I already knew Keiral was back. Her voice carried before her, it was sharp, clipped, angry enough that even the pups near the hall stopped wrestling and stared. I stepped out from the side corridor and leaned against the rail that overlooked the Den’s main floor. Keiral stood in the doorway, shoulders rigid, her hair pulled back in that too-tight braid she always wore when she was trying to stay composed. Ellan trailed behind her, not exactly calm either. The two of them looked like a storm trying to decide which direction to tear in. “She’s not a lab rat, Ellan!” Keiral said, spinning on him. “You can’t just decide where she belongs.” Ellan crossed his arms. “I’m not deciding anything. I’m suggesting she’d be safer with the dragons. They can handle her energy better. You saw what happened last week.” “Yeah,” Keiral snapped. “I saw her heal a full-grown panther with one touch. That’s not dangerous, that’s miraculous. And

AshlynThe wind picked up through the clearing, carrying the smell of pine and old rain. My mother stood in front of me like time had folded back on itself. She looked different: thinner, worn around the edges, but there was a steadiness in her eyes I remembered too well. The kind of calm that always came before she said something that would destroy me.“How are you alive?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like mine. “They said the Lions took you, that you were killed.”“They did take me,” Serena said. “But they didn’t kill me. The old Lion Alpha, Thoran’s father knew what I was. What I could do. He hid me. Faked the death, burned the records, sent word through the Elders that I was gone.”My stomach turned. “You let him?”Her expression didn’t change. “He wasn’t my enemy. He was protecting you.”I barked a laugh that came out too sharp. “Protecting me? Mom, if he were still alive, I’d unalive him myself.”Serena smiled faintly, almost sad. “That temper’s still yours. But you need to li

AshlynThe forest at the southern ridge was quieter than usual. No wolves training, no chatter on the patrol channel. Just wind threading through pine needles and the faint smell of damp soil.That smell always reminded me of my childhood of long runs through the valley with my mother watching from the ridge, smiling, telling me to focus my senses and not trip over my own feet.And now, after everything, she was here again.Alive. Breathing. Standing in front of me like no time had passed at all.Serena Gorde. My mother.She’d called that morning, using one of Gordon’s encrypted lines. Told me to come alone.For once, I didn’t tell Krav. He’d only argue, and I wasn’t ready for another fight.When I reached the clearing, she was already waiting same coat, same calm. The wind tugged at her hair, now more silver than dark, but her posture was the same: unshaken.“Ashlyn,” she said softly.“Mom.”Her eyes flicked over me like she was checking for injuries. “You look tired.”“Comes with be

AshlynThe night after Krav left, I didn’t sleep.I sat by the window long after the moon had climbed high, the Den silent around me. Outside, the trees swayed under the weight of wind and mist. The stars hung cold and far away, pale silver sparks against a bruised sky.It should’ve been peaceful.It wasn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him his back as he turned, the sudden flash of blue across his skin, the sound of wings tearing through the air. That last look, the one that said he was still mine but already gone.The world had gone quiet without him. Even the Honshu inside me felt hollow, her voice dimmed to a low hum of grief. Sheetal didn’t speak; she didn’t need to. We shared the same ache, the same silence.I pressed my forehead to the cold glass and whispered, “You promised.”The words fogged up the window, small and fragile, and then disappeared.He’d promised so many things. To stay. To fight. To come back. To never let the god win.And for the first time since I met h