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POV: KiraStefan’s blood hit the open claim-mark first.The continuous extraction had burned through the last of his ordinary strength. His arms were shaking so hard the muscles had begun to tear. The moonlight burns across his back had gone from cold to necrotic. When the next major lift-pulse took Kira three full inches off his chest despite everything, he did the only thing the wolf had left.He bit down on his own wrist.Arterial blood welled dark and hot. He pressed the open wound directly over the claim-mark at the base of Kira’s throat and forced the mate-bond to drink it—his blood, his life, his remaining density—straight into the connection that was the only thing still anchoring her to the earth.The effect was immediate and violent.The claim, starved and scarred and operating past every limit, seized the offered blood like a drowning thing seizing air. Heat that was pure life-force flooded the bond in a scorching wave. Kira’s body slammed back down against Stefan’s chest h

POV: KiraThey waited until the residual pull was at its lowest point of the night before they moved.Stefan’s blood volume had recovered enough for short distances. Kira’s density loss remained, but the upward pressure had settled into a constant, manageable drag rather than active extraction. With two seniors flanking them as living anchors, they left the inner chamber and walked the short, careful path to the small open terrace that still looked out over the eastern grounds. The ruined high window of the main chamber had been sealed with temporary boarding. This terrace was intact. And the moon—ordinary again, no longer swollen into a weapon—hung clear and white above the tree line.Stefan dismissed the guards to the edge of hearing distance. Not out of sight. Never again out of the immediate range of pack support. But far enough that the words about to be spoken would belong only to the claim.He kept Kira’s hand locked in his as they stood under the open sky. The residual celesti

POV: KiraBy the third day of the fading, clinging had become the only posture that still worked.Kira’s residual density had dropped far enough that ordinary standing required continuous claim-output simply to keep her feet on the floor. Walking was a negotiation. Reaching for anything solid risked her fingers passing through on the first attempt. The luminous fringe had climbed past her elbows and now framed the edges of her face like a second, translucent outline. When she spoke, the silvered resonance in her voice was nearly as strong as the human one.Stefan stopped leaving contact for any reason.He carried her when movement was required. He held her against his chest when they were still. The mate-bond stayed locked at continuous restoration strength, densifying every fraction the residual pressure thinned, branding every recovered piece of presence so the next erasure would cost the sky more. The scarred foundation of the claim operated in a permanent state of low-grade struct

POV: KiraThe light returned without warning and without permission.I was still curled against Stefan’s chest in the gray hour before true dawn, the claim at low continuous restoration, the luminous fringe around my hands and face stable for the first time in days, when every residual silver current under my skin ignited at once. Not the thin tracery of earlier transformations. Not the internal core that had been shattered. A full-body bloom of pure, uncontrolled radiance that poured through me as if the goddess-blood had finally stopped negotiating with density and decided to become light itself.The sideways invitation became a command.My outline flared white-gold. The dual heartbeats under Stefan’s hand slammed into a single, overwhelming celestial rhythm. The residual upward pressure exploded back to full extraction strength in the space of one breath. I rose off his chest before either of us could react—only the locked mate-bond and Stefan’s reflexive grab kept me from continui

POV: KiraHis hands began to fail at the height where the air itself turned thin and bright.I felt it through the claim before I saw it—the first micro-tremor in Stefan’s grip as another major pathway in the foundation sheared completely. The densifying force flickered. In that flicker the ascension surged. We rose the height of another mountain range in a single smooth acceleration, the column of light below us stretching until the capital was only a faint geometry of roofs and the pack perimeter was gone beyond ordinary sight.Stefan’s arms tightened with pure will. Gold eyes locked on whatever remained of my face inside the blaze. Blood ran freely from his nose and the corners of his mouth. The continuous maximum output was no longer merely costing the claim. It was consuming the last structural integrity that still allowed his hands to remain solid around the luminous outline of me.“I’ve still got you,” he said, the dual resonance cracking under the strain. “The promise holds. C