All Chapters of The Price Of Fate: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Nyra’s POVWhen he finally spoke, his voice was low. “You only just came back to me,” Tobias said. My chest tightened. He looked at me again, and the father in him was fierce enough to frighten me. “I held you for the first time tonight,” he continued. “I heard your dragon call mine Father tonight. My family became whole tonight after twenty-one years of absence. And you are asking me to send you into war against Lucian.” “I am asking for help,” I whispered. “You are asking to go back,” Tobias corrected.I swallowed. “I cannot abandon them.” His eyes flashed. “I would be damned before I let you walk into Lucian’s war like some offering laid at his feet,” Tobias said. The force in his voice hit the rooftop like heat. Seraphina shifted above us, but did not speak. Tobias leaned forward slightly. “The werewolf side should be left to fate,” he said.The words hurt. I knew they would hurt before they reached me, and still I was not ready. “Tobias,” Elaine whispered. “No,” Tobias replied, t

Nyra’s POVBy the time I returned to the room I shared with Ronan, the warmth of the rooftop had already started to turn heavy inside me. Not gone. No. I could still feel it. Tobias’s hand holding mine. Elaine’s shoulder against me. Seraphina and Aurelion glowing above us under the Emberfall night like the sky itself had decided to remember our bloodline. I could still taste the sweetness of the cake Tobias had placed on my plate like a father trying to feed back every year he had missed. I could still hear Elaine’s laugh, soft and real, the kind of laugh I had not heard enough while growing up in Vandwood.But beneath all of that was the silence Tobias had left behind. He had not answered. He had not refused again. He had not agreed either. He had only sat there, looking out over Emberfall’s green land and the darker distance beyond it, with Elaine’s hand on his and too many wars moving behind his eyes. Seraphina had told me to stop. She had said he was thinking. She had warned me th

Nyra’s POVTobias sat at the head. Elaine sat beside him. Victor was already there too, cleaner than yesterday but still watchful, his posture too ready for a man at breakfast. Keiran sat opposite him, quiet and tense. Astrid sat beside Keiran, dressed neatly but with impatience in the way her fingers tapped once against her cup before she forced them still. Spiro stood near the window rather than sitting, because apparently dragons did not understand the comfort of chairs when brooding could be done upright.Everyone looked up when Ronan and I entered. Tobias’s eyes came to me first. My heart jumped. His face told me nothing. He looked calm. Too calm. Dressed in dark clothing edged with gold, hair neat, shoulders relaxed, cup in hand. He looked every inch the king of Emberfall. Not a man who had spent the night deciding whether to send part of his army into another world’s war.Elaine looked tense. That told me more. Her smile came when she saw me, but it did not reach fully. Her han

Nyra’s POVThe sound of thousands kneeling did not leave the air quickly. It stayed there. It pressed into the stone courtyard, into the black walls of Emberfall, into the veins of gold running through the towers, into my skin, my chest, my bones. It became part of the silence after Seraphina’s projection lifted above me, huge and golden and impossible, her wings stretched wide enough to make even dragons bow their heads.I stood there with my heart beating too fast, staring at the army my father had just placed under my command, and for a moment, I could not even feel my own hands. They were kneeling. For me. Dragons lowered their heads. Aetherfangs crouched with terrifying obedience. Vaelcryns, those metal-backed wolves with eyes like sharpened night, stayed still as if Seraphina’s command had turned their muscles into law.Primas bent one knee, some with their fists to their chests, others with their palms pressed to the ground as if they were acknowledging something older than cou

Nyra’s POVI breathed in slowly and looked towards the window. Beyond it, Emberfall stretched under the sun, strong and black and gold, alive where the rest of the Outlands sounded like ruin. The gardens below were green. Water moved in narrow channels. Steam rose from the earth, but nothing looked dead. Nothing looked starved.Lucian wanted fertile land. He wanted water. Soil. Air that would not poison his people. Passage away from Ashvale’s ruin. And my father could heal land. The thought came softly at first, then sharpened. I turned back to Tobias. “Can I ask something?” I asked.His expression changed at once, becoming attentive. “Always,” Tobias answered. “Have you ever considered healing Ashvale?” I asked. My mother grew still beside me. Tobias did not look surprised. That was answer enough, but I asked anyway because I needed to understand.“You healed Emberfall, didn’t you?” I continued. “Or at least part of it. Your Phantom wolf side can restore land. If Lucian wants fertile