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Three days is nothing when you’re waiting for the world to end.We didn’t sleep. Cass and Fen argued over maps and rumours. Jax made enough bread to feed an army, then burned half of it trying to stay awake. Kael never left my side. His touch was steady, but his eyes kept drifting north, like he could see the coming war on the horizon.I held the black stone the Exile King gave me. It beat with a slow, cold beat. When I closed my eyes, I heard voices; old, broken, angry. They talked about blood and bargains, about Sovereigns who failed and worlds that burned. I wanted to drop it, but I couldn’t. The longer I held it, the more I felt something coiling inside, waiting. The old stories called these stones heartshards. Some said they were pieces of the world’s first binding, broken off when the earliest magic was sealed. Others whispered that only lost kings and traitor Sovereigns ever carried one, and that touching it meant sharing their fate. I remembered a rumour from a faded book: a b

The world was ending, and it smelled like burning roots and broken oaths.The Hollow was a battlefield now. Slayers and mages clashed with Exiles and packless, silver clanging on bone, magic screaming in the air. Somewhere behind me, Jax shouted for help. Cass cursed, her knife flashing. Fen was a shadow, bleeding and relentless. Kael was at my side, every inch the Alpha he’d been raised to be, every inch mine.But the centre held. The pool, the King, the Elder with his blade.I charged, not a Sovereign, not a Luna, just Lira, angry and tired and out of second chances.Garrow smiled when he saw me. “You’re too late.”He plunged the blade into the Exile King’s chest. The King didn’t scream, didn’t even flinch. He just looked at me, sad and proud and finished.The runes burned brighter. The ground cracked. The Hollow shuddered.Kael tackled Garrow, teeth bared, claws raking. Cass dragged Jax to safety. Marek crawled to the King’s side, his hands shaking.I dropped to my knees and presse

A cold night wind stung my face as we entered Thornridge. The forest was behind us, the Hollow’s magic still humming in my bones. Ahead, the lights of the Council Hall flickered, almost daring us. The pack’s old banners hung limp over the stone walls. I remembered standing here as a child, small and quiet, always watching. Tonight, I wasn’t small. Tonight, the world was watching me.Kael kept to my left, Fen to my right, Cass and Jax close behind. Rowan’s wolves moved across the shadows, silent as ghosts. I felt every eye on me, every hope and doubt. The Sovereign, the correction, the one who’d broken the old world and wasn’t sure what she’d build in its place.We reached the gates. Ironveil’s wolves were camped outside already, their Alpha, Dara, standing with arms folded, her face unreadable. “You’re late,” she called, voice sharp as glass.“You waiting for an invitation?” Cass shot back.Dara smirked. “Waiting to see if you’d survive the night.” Her gaze flicked over us, sizing up