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Out of the smoke a woman rushed out. My mother. Matilda.She hurled herself straight between Eilis and Denis's blade of black magic."Mother!" I shrieked.Matilda threw up both hands, a blinding white shield of pure magic erupting from her palms to catch Denis’s attack. The impact rattled the very foundation of the palace. Sparks of black and white energy rained down around them as she strained against the overwhelming force of his spell. Her skin paled, her muscles shaking violently under the weight of Denis’s hatred. It was too much. Her magic cracked, the dark blast pushing through her shield and tearing straight into her chest.As the spell consumed her, Matilda let out a cry and threw every remaining ounce of her soul into one final, explosive burst of raw light aimed straight at Denis.The resulting explosion detonated like a thunderclap. The blast sent Denis flying backward into a pillar, his body crumbling to the floor. The force knocked Matilda backward through the air, her

Calani sat on the edge of a narrow cot, rocking Lysander while Amias slept fitfully beside her. The second we walked through the door, her eyes wide with fear, she stood and carefully transferred Lysander into my arms.I pulled my son against my chest, burying my face in his blanket as a shaky sigh escaped me. Eilis moved quietly beside us, lifting Amias out of the cot and holding him close.He looked broken. The weight of Matilda’s final words, her sacrifice, and his own blind hatred hung over him like a shroud. He should feel guilt, regret. My mother was dead because of him. I was separated from my mother because of him again.Eilis carefully set Amias back down on the cot, his hands shaking. Then, to my utter shock, the Alpha dropped to his knees right on the floor in front of me."Raven... please," Eilis rasped, his voice cracking, entirely stripped of pride. He reached out, his fingers hovering over my wrists, terrified to touch me. "I was wrong. I was so blind, so consumed by my

The main hall was louder than it had been in months. Long wooden tables stretched across the room, piled high with roasted meats, warm bread, and dark ale. .The King had called a celebration for Amias and Lysander's one-month milestone.I sat near the head of the high table, holding Lysander against my chest while Amias rested quietly in a woven cradle by my knee. Aria sat to my left, keeping a watchful eye on the crowd, while Calani fussed over the dishes nearby.Across the wide table sat Eilis.I stared down at the dark wine in my cup, watching the reflection of the torchlight ripple across the surface as the King began to speak.It was funny, really. The witches had incorporated so quickly, getting accepted with an ease that made it feel as if they had never been hunted down in the first place. They moved through the lower halls, spoke at the council tables, and shared bread at our feasts.Of course, it wasn't perfect. There were still wolves who had trouble looking past the magic

Raven The morning sun warmed the floor of the playroom. Four years had passed since the war ended, and the palace was now full of the non-stop noise of two growing boys. Amias sat on the rug by the fireplace, his big green eyes fixed on a small carved wooden bird in his hand. His blonde curls fell over his forehead as he focused hard, sticking the tip of his tongue out. With a little gasp, a tiny spark of green light popped from his fingers, making the bird hop an inch on the rug. He was quiet and liked to watch things. "Amias, look!" A loud crash shook the room. Lysander sprinted across the playroom, his bright gold eyes—just like Eilis’s—shining with wild excitement. Lysander looked just like his dad, right down to the stubborn streak that kept the castle guards running around all day. Before I could say a word, Lysander jumped off a pile of pillows and landed right next to his brother, knocking over a tower of wooden blocks. "Lysander, stop!" Amias cried, pulling h

To my amazing readers, We have officially reached the end of Eilis and Raven’s story! When I first started writing this book, I knew their journey wouldn't be easy. They went through so much pain, deception, and heartbreak to finally reach the peace they deserved. Writing their healing—and getting to see them build a real family with Lysander and Amias—has meant the absolute world to me. Thank you so much for sticking with them through every twist, turn, and emotional high and low. Your comments, support, and love for these characters kept me motivated every step of the way. I couldn't have finished this book without you. A huge shoutout to everyone who continuously dropped votes and boosted this book on the rankings! Your dedication blew me away throughout this entire story. Thank you for showering Eilis, Raven, and me with so much support—you guys are the best! While Eilis and Raven’s story is complete, this isn't the end of our journey together. Don't forget to drop your final