《The Price Of Fate》全部章節：第 381 章 - 第 388 章

Nyra’s POVEmberfall rose beneath us like a kingdom made from fire, stone, and stubborn life. For a few wild breaths, Seraphina refused to slow down. She cut through the sky with too much joy in her wings, gold scales flashing beneath the sun, the wind screaming around us in a way that felt less like danger and more like freedom. Spiro’s dragon flew ahead for half a second, then beside us, then behind us when Seraphina dipped suddenly, twisted through the open air, and shot forward like the whole sky had insulted her speed.Ronan’s laughter moved through the bond. It was not loud in my ears because I had no human ears in that form, not properly. It moved through my chest instead. Warm. Alive. Shocked. The kind of laugh that came after too much death, when the body remembered it could still feel something other than fear. I felt him on my back, his hands gripping the ridges of my scales, his body pressed low as I carried him through the air. His joy reached me, bright and startled. He

Nyra’s POVDarius entered Emberfall like a man who expected the world to make space for him without being told. No announcement followed after the horn. No long parade. No grand display of banners or fire or soldiers stomping through the terrace to prove he mattered. He did not need any of that. The air changed before he reached us, and by the time he stepped beneath the arch leading onto the terrace, everyone had already turned towards him.For a moment, I simply stared. He looked like my father. Not completely. Not enough for anyone to mistake them if they stood side by side for more than one breath. But the blood was there. It was in the sharpness of his face, the height, the way power sat on his shoulders as if it had never asked permission before settling there. It was in the gold of the scales that covered parts of his neck and arms like armour, each scale catching the evening light with a hard royal shine. All Viremonts had golden dragons. That realisation settled inside me wit

Nyra’s POVOn the morning of my wedding, Emberfall looked like it had decided to become a dream. Not a soft dream. Emberfall was never soft in the way ordinary kingdoms might be. It still had black volcanic stone beneath its beauty. Gold veins still ran through the walls like trapped fire. Steam still rose from distant vents, and controlled channels of heat still glowed beneath carved grates in the courtyards. Dragons still passed across the sky, their wings cutting through morning light like ancient things that had never once asked the world for permission to exist.But that morning, everything looked warmer. The gardens had been opened. Flowers climbed over arches of black stone and gold metal. Banners carrying the Viremont crest moved in the wind beside softer woven garlands brought from the werewolf side. Wolves from Vandwood and Brooksbridge walked through Emberfall’s halls with wide eyes and careful steps, trying not to look too stunned by the dragons, the castle, the heat, the

Nyra’s POVThree years laterThe garden of our Brooksbridge home came into view beneath me, bright with afternoon sunlight, green grass, flowering hedges, and the small stone path Ronan had insisted was necessary because, according to him, “royal dragons should not be landing in mud.” I still laughed every time I remembered him saying that. As if mud had ever feared me. As if Seraphina would not step into it deliberately just to prove she could remain magnificent while covered in earth.The wind moved under my wings, warm and easy, carrying the scent of home up to me before my claws even touched the ground. Freshly cut grass. Apples from the tree near the side wall. Clean linen drying somewhere behind the house. Bread. Fruit. Ronan. Our children. My chest softened before I landed.After all this time, shifting into dragon form no longer frightened me. The first time Seraphina had risen fully inside me, it had felt like the world had cracked open and asked me to become something I did