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Aurenya’s POV“The ending disappeared.”The words hollowed the room out.Lyssara wasn’t dramatic.She didn’t exaggerate.When she spoke about visions, she spoke carefully—like every word mattered.So the fear in her voice terrified me more than the creature did.Arinya held her tighter immediately. “What do you mean disappeared?”Lyssara shook her head quickly, tears starting to spill. “I can’t see past this anymore.”Kaelor’s expression darkened. “That’s impossible.”“No,” Draven said quietly.Everyone looked at him.And somehow—that calm answer made everything worse.Draven stepped closer to Lyssara slowly. “What changed?”Her glowing eyes flickered faintly again.Then she whispered—“She remembered herself.”Silence.My stomach twisted violently.The creature beside the broken wall lowered its gaze slightly, almost like acknowledgment.Rhydan’s grip around me tightened protectively. “Stop talking about her like she’s already gone.”“I’m still here,” I whispered automatically.But

Rhydan’s POVThe camp didn’t sleep anymore.Not truly.Even after the attack. Even after the wards were rebuilt. Even after the scouts returned saying the forest had gone quiet again.Nobody trusted the silence now.Rhydan stood near the edge of the clearing, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watched the perimeter wolves rotate positions.Too many guards.Too many eyes.And still not enough.Behind him, the cabin door creaked open softly.Tiny footsteps followed.“…You’re brooding again.”Rhydan glanced down.Arinya stood there with messy dark curls and crossed little arms, glaring up at him like she was personally offended by his mood.Despite everything happening— it almost made him laugh.“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”“No.” Immediate.Then she pointed accusingly toward the cabin. “Lyssara’s doing the creepy thing again.”Rhydan’s expression shifted instantly. “What creepy thing?”“The staring thing.”That was somehow worse.He crouched slightly. “Where’s your sister?”Arin

Kaelor’s POVSilence followed Draven’s words.Not confusion.Shock.Because every wolf in existence knew the old stories.Even if nobody believed them anymore.The first bond.Not a mating bond. Not a pack bond.Something older.Something powerful enough to unite bloodlines that were never meant to coexist.Or destroy them completely.Rhydan laughed once.Cold. Disbelieving.“You’re telling me she was split apart because people were scared she’d become some myth?”Draven’s expression didn’t change. “Not a myth.”Kaelor felt the shift in the room immediately.Rhydan heard it too.Because suddenly his anger wasn’t aimed at the story anymore.It was aimed at Draven.“You knew.”Not accusation.Realization.Draven didn’t deny it.Kaelor stepped in before Rhydan could launch himself across the room. “How long?”Draven’s answer was immediate.“Since the night I found her.”Aurenya went still beside the bed.“The cabin,” she whispered faintly.Draven nodded once.Kaelor frowned slightly.

Rhydan’s POVNobody breathed.Not him. Not Kaelor. Not even the wolves surrounding the perimeter.The words hit the camp like a physical blow.“You’re my mother.”Rhydan looked at Aurenya instantly.She looked just as shocked as everyone else.Which somehow made it worse.Serathine stood beyond the ward line silently, silver markings faintly glowing beneath her skin as she looked at Aurenya with an expression Rhydan couldn’t fully read.Not cold.Not warm either.Something heavier.Aurenya’s breathing turned uneven. “No…”But even as she said it— Rhydan saw it.The resemblance.The eyes. The energy pressing against the bond. The way the wards reacted to both of them identically.Draven finally spoke. “Serathine died decades ago.”Serathine’s gaze shifted toward him calmly. “No. I disappeared.”Kaelor frowned sharply. “That’s impossible.”“Most things involving her are.”Her attention returned to Aurenya.And for the first time since arriving—her voice softened fully.“You survi

Aurenya’s POVI couldn’t move.The void stretched endlessly around us, dark silver mist curling beneath my feet like living smoke.And standing across from me—was myself.Not almost. Not similar.Exactly.Same face. Same scars. Same voice trapped beneath silence.Except she looked… older somehow.Not in age.In knowing.Her silver eyes studied me carefully, filled with something painfully close to exhaustion.“You’re afraid of me,” she said softly.I swallowed hard. “Shouldn’t I be?”A faint smile touched her face.“That depends.”The mist shifted violently around us.Far away— something massive moved in the darkness.Watching.Waiting.My stomach tightened. “What is this place?”“The space between us.”Her voice echoed strangely here.Not through air.Through me.Like every word was being spoken directly into my bones.I took a slow step back instinctively. “You’re the thing that’s been trying to break through.”“No,” she corrected gently. “I’m the thing trying not to disappear.