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I jolt awake after my hand meets empty space. I run outside, and my feet halt abruptly at the sight before me. Everyone is up and moving. And it hits me—this war is really happening. I have to find Rauth. Maybe if we calculate together, I can pull my mind away from Elder Ysmera’s question. I run in circles, my eyes searching everywhere. “Have you seen Rauth?” I keep asking everyone I meet. But the answer is always no. I push deeper into the village and reach the new West-born settlement. The elder from before stands there. Have you seen Vaelor?” I ask. “Greetings, my lady,” the elder says. “Oh—I’m so sorry. My mind’s in a spiral. I forgot to greet you, my elder.” “It’s all right,” he breathes. “I haven’t seen him.” “Okay, thank you.” I turn to leave, but he calls after me. “My lady, if you see him—tell him I wish to speak with him.” I nod and bolt away for real this time. Then I hear it—Rauth’s voice. I run toward the sound. He’s in the cleari

🥹Did you see?” Keala’s voice cuts through the air. “See what?” Nyvrae spits, low and sharp. I pay them no mind, my focus only on the preparation grounds—I need to see how ready we are for war. “She tripped during the woods search… Moren. She broke her leg,” Keala blurts. “What?” I spin around, heart hammering. Nyvrae clamps a hand on Keala’s neck, eyes wild. “What are you saying?” “Moren? What? And you’re only telling us now?” “She told me not to say anything in the woods,” Keala hisses, urgency shaking her words before Nyvrae squeezes her arm as if trying to wring the truth out. “Where is she now?” Thyra snaps, her voice sharp with panic. “At the healer’s quarter,” Keala answers, voice trembling. “And you couldn’t say anything? I say before losing my voice. !Before Keala can respond, Pelin bolt away . Nyvrae shoves Keala to the ground in anger. “Your sister is hurt! And where were you going? What are we even fighting for?” Her words drip with bitterness. We rush back to

👿This is such a chaotic sight. The sun is rising high, burning gold through the haze. Everyone is sweating, stretching, forcing the last ounce of strength from their bodies. “Rydan, you can go with Pelin,” I tell him. “No. I’d rather stay with you,” he replies. “Really, it’s okay. She won’t hurt you.” “No,” he insists, shaking his head hard. “I won’t follow her. She doesn’t approve of my existence.” He says it so seriously it almost makes me laugh. “Rydan, will you be okay without your master?” I ask. “Yes,” he says, hollow. “My master will kill me if I return to him.” “Is it because you told us he can wield the energy of the moon?” “Yes—partly. And partly because he warned me never to attach feelings to Moren. I promised with my life.” He says it stripped of all hope, like the words themselves weigh him down. “But how did you meet him? Being that you’re human . “I don’t really know,” he murmurs. “I was brought up by him. Since I was an infant.” He said

🖤The wind changes before dawn. It carries the scent of iron, dust, and broken vows — the kind that still bleed long after they’re sworn. The ground trembles beneath the weight of marching paws and armored feet; the air hums with breath and dread. Across the plain, heat ripples over the fields. Banners flash gold and crimson in the sun, wolves in half-form moving like a living tide. The horizon blurs with smoke and movement — a line of men and beasts and choices waiting to collide. Somewhere behind the ridge, Rauth’s horn stands ready. The sound that will split silence from peace. Somewhere ahead, Varyn’s soldiers tighten formation, their eyes glinting sharp beneath the glare. And above it all, the sun burns high — merciless, unblinking, laying bare every fear and truth alike. Today, the blood of kin will stain the same soil that once bound them. And I — Sereyna — stand between both worlds, heart split where the howl meets the heartbeat. I can’t even say the word coura

🥹I bolt upright. “You mean this same piece, or something like this?”“Yes, my lady. This same piece,” she adds.The west‑born elder—I pick my race.” I need to know where he got it. Straight to the hideout I go.“Where is the elder? The eldest elder of the West-born village?” I call.“He went to war,” someone says.“What?” My voice cracks. “Mom!” Elarion calls “Yes, light I’m coming,” I push into the chaos at the war front—smoke and dust choke the air, obscuring everything.“Where are you, elder?” I shout. No one seems to know him.I spin in circles, panic clawing at me. Finally, someone calls, “My lady!”I turn my head—and there he is.I rush to him, skidding through the dust and blood.“Why did you come to fight?” I ask, my voice breaking with urgency.He looks up at me, eyes dim but steady. “What do I live for, when my best friend has been gone for years? I was only waiting for a perfect opportunity to end it.”“No—you can’t die like this,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ll take yo