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~~Isolde~~My name is Isolde. I am twenty years old. And tonight, the Moon King is going to kill me.Not because I committed a crime. Not because I stole. Not because I lied.Because I was born with silver hair.In the village of Ashford, silver hair is not a color. It is a curse. A prophecy. The old priestesses say that a girl born with silver hair under a blood moon will bring the end of the Moon King. Will kill him. Will shatter the kingdom.My mother died giving birth to me. She had brown hair. My father had black hair. No one knows where my silver came from.The priestesses tried to kill me at birth. My grandmother hid me. She told everyone I dyed my hair. She told me to wear a hood. Always.Until today.Today, the Moon King's wolves smelled me. Two giant wolves, one white with a red mark on its forehead, one grey with blue eyes, came into our village during the Blue Moon festival.Everyone bowed. I bowed too, my hood up.But the wind blew my hood down.Silence.A hundred people

~~Isolde~~The castle was under attack and the Moon King was worried about where I would sleep."I need to fight," Riven said, but he was looking at me, not at the guard who had brought the news about the Northern Pack. "She needs to be somewhere safe.""I can fight too," I said. Stupid. I can't fight. I've never held a sword. The only thing I've ever fought is my hair tangles.Riven raised an eyebrow. "You? Fight? Against wolves twice your size?""I've fought... chickens! Very aggressive chickens!"His grey wolf made a sound that suspiciously sounded like a laugh. His white wolf just stared at me with golden eyes, judging.The guard cleared his throat. "My King, the Northern Pack has crossed the river. They will be at the gates in—""Lock the temple," Riven interrupted. "No one enters. Not even my generals. Only my wolves.""And her?" The guard looked at me.Riven's hand tightened around my wrist. Not painful, but possessive."She stays with me."He pulled me out of the temple, throu

~~Isolde~~ My father is the God of Shadows The guard's words hung in the air like poison. "My King, the Northern Alpha says he knows who Isolde's father is... the God of Shadows!" Riven's hand froze on the crown he had just placed on my head. The crown was warm. Too warm. Like it was alive. Pulsing against my skin as if it had a heartbeat that was not my own, as if it recognized something in my blood that I did not. The white wolf growled, a low sound that vibrated through the stone floor. The grey wolf that had followed Riven back into the room bared its teeth, hackles raised, eyes fixed on the doorway. "Repeat that," Riven said, voice deadly quiet. The kind of quiet that comes before a storm breaks the sky. The guard swallowed. He was young. Maybe twenty. His armor was too big for him, his knuckles white around his spear. He looked at me with fear. Not fear of me. Fear for me. As if I were already dead and he was the one who had to deliver the news. "Alpha Jax of the Norther

~~Isolde~~The Council didn't knock. They broke the moon-bone door with hammers made from the same bone.It should have been impossible. Moon-bone didn't break. It healed. It had held Moros himself for fifty years after his first death. But the crack Isolde and Riven left behind in Chapter 6 was still there — thin, black, breathing cold air from somewhere that was not the palace. Something on other side was breathing back.Elder Selene stood in doorway. Hair white as the bone, eyes all silver, no pupil, no white. She had been alive when Moros first died a hundred years ago. She had held the hammer."Where is he?" she asked the empty cell. Her voice made moon-bone walls flinch.Two guards behind her lifted lanterns. The light hit the crack and died. Not flickered. Died. Like light was afraid."She ran," younger guard said. "Shadow-touched broke—""No," Selene interrupted. She knelt and pressed her palm to floor where Isolde had sat. Warm. Still warm. Moon-bone remembered warmth. "Moon-

~~Isolde~~The Shadow River was not water.Isolde stood on its bank and felt wrong. In Moon Realm, rivers sang. Here, this river was silent, too silent, like it was holding breath. Surface was black mirror, reflecting not sky — there was no sky in Shadow Realm, only inverted roots — but reflecting faces. Thousands."Then what is it?" she asked, voice small. Her new thorn sleeve itched. Black script moving over skin like ants."Everything you pretended wasn't yours," Lunaria said. Grandmother hadn't softened. If anything, she was harder here. In Moon Realm she had been witch, hiding. Here she was Queen. Back straight, eyes both silver and black at once. "In Moon Realm, moon washes your sins. Here, shadow keeps receipts."Lunaria pushed Isolde to edge. Stone under feet was cold moon, not dirt. River lapped, and where it touched stone, stone hissed."Your mother stood here twenty-two years ago," Lunaria said. "Same spot. She cried. Said she couldn't. I told her same as I tell you — you c