All Chapters of The Price Of Fate: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Keiran’s POVThe bell was still trembling in my hand when I hit Beverly. The sound had not faded. Not really. It crawled through the square like something thin and sharp, sliding under the roar of fire, under the screams, under the clash of claws and steel, under the deep thunder of dragon wings beating above Vandwood. It should have been too small to matter in the middle of war, but the Wraith bell did not behave like ordinary metal. Its voice slipped into the wrong places. It reached for the corruption inside Beverly and dragged its nails down whatever rotten thing she had become.Beverly screamed when I struck her. Not like a wolf. Not like a woman. Like something that had been pretending to be both and suddenly forgot how. My shoulder drove into her chest, and we slammed into the ash-covered stone together. Her body hit the ground hard enough to crack part of the scorched pavement near the broken fountain. The force should have stunned her. It would have stunned any normal wolf. I

Nyra’s POVThe square had become a living wound. Fire moved where streets used to be calm. Smoke curled over burned roofs and broken walls. Chains dragged across ash. Wolves screamed. Dragons roared. Aetherfangs tore through Lucian’s men with jaws full of flame, and Vaelcryns cut through the ground fight like metal-backed nightmares built for war. The air was too full. Too loud. Too hot. Every breath tasted of blood, smoke, and something bitter from beyond the barrier.And still, through all of it, I felt Ronan. He was beside me one moment and gone the next, not because he had left me, but because our bond had become something faster than words. I did not need to ask where he was. I felt him the way I felt my own pulse. Heat and wolf. Rage and control. A dark, steady force on the ground as I prepared to leave it.Ronan shifted fully. The sight of him still stole something from my chest. His wolf was no longer only the dark powerful wolf I had known before. Gold moved through his fur n

Nyra’s POVThe whole battlefield stopped breathing. It was not silence. Not truly. Vandwood still burned. Wood cracked under fire. Chains rattled against stone. Someone somewhere was sobbing. A wounded wolf groaned near the broken fountain. The wind dragged smoke through the square and made ash move like dirty snow. But beneath all of that, the war itself paused. Because Lucian had arrived.He stood above us in dragon form first, massive and golden on the broken roof of the council hall, wings spread wide enough to cover half the ruined square in shadow. He looked like something out of an old royal nightmare. Gold scales, Viremont gold, shone through smoke and fire, but black veins crawled beneath them like rot under polished metal. His claws were bright at the base and dark at the tips. His mouth still smoked from the black fire he had breathed across the far side of the square, and everything that fire had touched looked dead in a way normal burning did not leave behind.Three Ember

Ronan’s POVThe ground was dying beneath our feet. That was the only way I could describe it. Not burning. Burning was simple. Burning still belonged to the living world. Fire ate wood, flesh, cloth, grass, and left ash behind. What Lucian’s things brought with them was different. It moved through the ruined square like rot with claws. Every wraith-touched creature that fell dragged something wrong into the soil. Every black-veined soldier that bled left the earth darker. Every body touched by that corrupted fire smoked as if death itself had spat into the wound and refused to leave.I tore through one of them with my jaws and it still tried to crawl. Its neck was half gone. Its shoulder hung open. One arm dragged uselessly behind it, but its red-rimmed eyes fixed on a chained officer near the broken fountain and it kept moving as if pain no longer knew how to stop it. I slammed my paw down on its spine. Bone cracked. It twisted under me. Not like a wolf. Not like anything that belong

Nyra’s POVI landed like my bones had forgotten how to hold me. One moment, Seraphina’s wings were spread over the ruined square, battered and bright, her golden shape still burning against the smoke-filled sky. The next, the ground rushed up beneath us, cracked stone, ash, blood, broken banners, and the stunned faces of people who had watched Lucian fall. My claws hit first. Then the shift tore back through me. Dragon became flesh. Fire became breath. Wings folded into shoulders. Scales pulled close to my skin. My body shrank and changed until I stood in human form again, covered from neck to feet in golden scales that clung to me like living armour.I was not naked. I was not exposed. But I had never felt more stripped bare in my life. The fight had taken everything. My legs trembled. My chest burned. My injured side throbbed where Lucian’s claws and teeth had almost ended us in the sky. My throat tasted of golden fire and black smoke. My ears rang with the echo of his roar, Seraphi