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The ice beneath my boots did not just crack; it shattered. My heart was a drum of war, and my blood felt like it was starting to boil. I was done being the victim in someone else’s story."Where is he?" I demanded again. The violet light from my hands was so intense that the five Ancients had to shield their eyes. "Tell me where Morvanna is hiding Marcus."The leader of the Ancients stepped forward. He did not look angry. He looked at me with a calm, steady gaze that made my frantic breathing slow down. He did not use a weapon. He simply reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder."The location will not help you if you are dead within minutes of arriving," he said softly. "You have the power, Sera, but it is like a wild river. You must learn to channel it into a blade. We will show you how to use this light to destroy the witches, the evil packs, and the High Council that stole your life."I took a deep breath. The air was freezing, but the heat inside me was growing. "Then teach me

The vision of Kaelen shattered like a sheet of ice under a hammer. I gasped for air, my silver skin flickering with a sharp, cold light. The image of the man with the black eyes remained burned into my mind. He was not just a shadow; he was a void. He had looked through the distance of leagues and through the ancient magic of the peaks to stare directly at me."Who was that?" I demanded. My voice rang out like a heavy hammer hitting an anvil. "He saw me. He was waiting for me."The five Ancients looked at one another. For the first time, their calm expressions held a trace of solemnity. The leader stepped forward, his feet echoing on the glass-like floor."That was Kaelen," the leader said. His voice was steady, meant to ground my racing heart. "He was the first of us to try and hold the white fire thousands of years ago. He was a guardian of the North, but he did not use the light to protect. He used it to dominate. The fire did not purify him; it scorched his soul until only darknes

I drifted behind closed eyes, visualizing the camp’s perimeter until it was vivid enough to touch. My mind was a map of the North, but my heart was a compass pointing toward the man I had once feared, then loved, and now had to save. But I knew the eyes of the shadow were everywhere. Morvanna was a spider, and every thread of magic in this land was a web that told her when the light moved.Before I took a single step into the void, I reached into the well of my new power. I did not reach for the fire or the silver skin; I reached for the Sovereign’s Veil. I visualized Morvanna’s dark consciousness—that oily, suffocating presence that watched through the crows and the wind. With a sharp, silent strike of my mind, I threw a shroud of blinding white light over her psychic tether. It was a spiritual blindfold, a temporary blackout that would make her see only what I wanted her to see: a quiet, empty mountain peak.For these few precious minutes, she would be blind to my location and my in

The air turned into a jagged blade of ice as Kieran moved. He did not shift, but his human form surged with a lethal, animalistic speed that made the slushy ground explode. His claws were out, inches from Alexie’s exposed throat, his chest heaving with a roar that demanded blood for every betrayal. The veins in Kieran’s neck throbbed a violent purple, the curse reacting to his murderous intent."You traded her!" Kieran snarled, his eyes bleeding into a dark, predatory violet. "You traded the North just for a crown you could not even hold! I should rip your heart out right here in the mud for what you have done."Alexie did not move to defend himself. He remained on his knees, his face a mask of hollowed-out grief, waiting for the strike. He did not beg for mercy, but the weight of his failure was visible in every line of his battered face. The once-proud King of Silvermoon looked like a man who had already been hollowed out by the shadows he tried to command."Stop!"The word left my

The laugh did not sound human.It rolled down from the coven towers like something that had been saving itself for a long time, low and layered, like several voices pressed into one throat. It did not echo the way normal laughter echoes off stone and tree. It pressed inward. It sat against the inside of my skull and stayed there, patient and certain, the way a predator sounds when it already knows exactly how the hunt ends.Kieran went still beside me. The kind of still that had nothing to do with calm."That is not Morvanna," he said."No," I said. "It is not."Alexie looked between us, his face drawn tight. "Kaelen."The name settled over the three of us like ash from a dying fire. I had told them about Kaelen at the riverbank hours ago. The guardian who had abandoned everything he was supposed to protect and spent lifetimes teaching Morvanna how to drain wolf spirits from the inside out. But knowing about someone and hearing them announce themselves through sound were two completel