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Amelia’s POV“I came to ask you for help against Morgana,” I responded quickly. The older witch’s eyes widened in surprise.“Do not speak her name!” the witch on the left hissed, “Do you want to bring her here?”“Stop being suspicious, sister. She wouldn’t be here,” the witch on the right scolded.“How do you know that name?” the middle witch asked.“She’s helped plan attacks against me, my loved ones, and my people. Now she’s working with the Rogue King. Together, they want to destroy the werewolf world and put him on the throne, and she’s making it happen. If she wins against us, she won’t stop with wolves. We have a better chance against her if we work together than if we fight alone,” I explained.The witch on the left let out a scoff. “Together? You must think we’re fools. The last time we trusted your kind, it nearly cost us everything. That won’t happen again.”“I am telling you the truth. I have no reason to harm any of you,” I countered.“We should hear the she-wolf out,” the

Amelia’s POVDamian’s face said it all before he could even open his mouth. The concern was plain. It was the same as whenever he sensed trouble and knew he couldn’t protect me from it.“I have to master this,” I told him. “Right now, I am using the Moonfire without realizing it, and every time I become feverish. I can’t fight Morgana if this power is only moments away from putting me into another coma. Then, I become a liability. Camilla can help me with that. My power is the whole reason we have the alliance. Let her help me, help us.”Damian reached out and laid the back of his hand against my forehead, and his frown deepened at the heat coming off me.“You’re burning up right now,” he said, and Camilla snapped her fingers. Dalila begrudgingly offered me a cup of tea, and I took it from her.“This will take care of the fever,” she said quickly before heading back to her position at the window.“See, this is exactly what I am talking about. They know how to help me. I need to do thi

Damian’s POVThe sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Diane, Morgan, and I made our way back to the Ironfang pack’s territory. The woods around our home were painted in deepening shadows, with the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The usual path to the packhouse felt lonelier without Amelia beside me.Sawyer was waiting for us on the porch. “Welcome back,” he said. His gaze flicked past me and back again. “Where is Luna Amelia?” he asked, casual in tone, but concern showed in his eyes.I kept my expression steady. “She’s in closed training,” I said carefully. “She still needs to learn how to control her new ability. She is in good hands, and I will bring her back myself in a week.”Sawyer looked relieved. “That’s good. She’s strong. I’m sure she’ll come back even stronger.” He shot me a sly look. “A week, huh? That’s a long time without your mate. Going to be lonely?”I rolled my eyes, forcing a smirk. “I’ll be busy enough with pack matters. I doubt I’ll have ti

Amelia’s POVI sat with legs crossed on the floor of the sealed chamber, eyes closed and hands resting open on my knees. I reached for Damian. I've been doing that for over an hour now, with no luck."Picture him," Camilla said from somewhere to my left, her voice low and even. "Visualize him standing next to you. Think about the heat of his skin. Think about how his scent surrounds you. Hold on to that, and let the fire carry it to him.""It's not reaching him," I said. "I can feel it leaving me, but nothing comes back."'It may just need time,' my wolf said gently from within me. ‘We need to be patient. We will reach him.’"She is right," Camilla said. "Do not rush this. Your control over the fire is good now, better than good. But this isn’t about control. You cannot control the mate bond any more than you can force the fire. Moonfire has its own will. It will obey, but only if you ask gently, with focus and patience. You must trust that the one on the other end is reaching back. T

Amelia’s POVI rushed past Camilla and sprinted down the hallway. “Amelia, stop!” she called, but her voice was distant, drowned out by the images of Damian bitten, his body twisting and changing into something wild and lost. ‘Enough,’ my wolf warned. ‘You’re letting fear take over again. He’s not lost to us.’I made it to the infirmary and followed his scent to the room he was in. I froze when I saw him.He lay there wrapped in blood-soaked bandages across his chest, arm, and shoulder. Damian didn’t move, except for the slow rise and fall of his breathing."Damian,” I said as I took his hand in both of mine. "It’s me, Amelia. Please wake up.”Damian didn’t respond. ‘I can not reach him through the bond,’ my wolf whimpered.I called his name again and again, desperate for any response, but he remained silent. Tears slid down my cheeks as dread twisted in my chest. What if something was terribly wrong? Was he trapped in pain, suffering as my father once had?"He was not bitten."Cam