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CHAPTER TWELVE The corridor fell into a heavy silence. Marliee stood at the front, the Hale elders flanking her like silent judges. Their gazes pressed down on Ember—sharp and cold—as though they had already decided her crime before she even spoke. Ember leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, her eyes calm, almost amused. “Well?” she asked lightly. “Did the Blood Moon Pack suddenly start holding midnight trials?” One of the elders scoffed. “Watch your tone, Ember Valen.”

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

“One who has not yet risen. When they do, the world will tilt. And only the gatekeeper can choose which shadow survives.” My skin prickled. Something shifted inside me. A cold blooming beneath my ribs, wrapping around my flame like an answering twin. I gasped, clutching my chest. Orion was instantly at my side, eyes sharp with alarm. “Ember—?” “Shadow,” I whispered. “It’s waking up inside me.” The flames that once answered me alone danced now with shadowed tendrils, smoke and fire twining like fate. Lazriel turned to me slowly. “You are both.”

As Caelum’s body dissolved into motes of silver light, Iris’s spirit faded too, her voice lingering like a lullaby. “Balance… at last.” Vaelor’s Ember But far below, in the heart of the battlefield, a small ember of shadow pulsed faintly. Unseen, it whispered in a voice colder than death: “Balance is temporary… but darkness… darkness is eternal.”

But Emerald felt he was not really present. Amanda too remained a bit tense, but she continued to explain to Emerald what was going on. The hours ticked by, each moment stretching into an eternity as the hunt raged on within the Shadow realm. Emerald found herself caught between awe and curiosity, eating as much food as she wanted. The veil into the shadow land did not reveal much, but she still enjoyed herself. Just when she thought she couldn't bear eating any longer, a flicker of movement at the edge of the archway caught her eye.

"What if we could get there faster? Through the shadow paths?" Sin's eyes widened. "The shadow paths haven't been walked by anyone in generations. They're unstable, unpredictable—especially now, with the barriers between worlds weakening." "But possible," I pressed. "The Emberfangs used them, didn't they? To travel quickly between nexus points when needed." "Yes, but—" "Then I can use them too." I touched the markings on my arm, which pulsed in response. "The ritual gave me access to all the Emberfang abilities, including shadow walking."

There wasn't any map in front of me that stood out. I got up from my seat and decided to walk around the archives, perhaps then I might find something. Shelves groaned under the weight of countless maps, and I fear one day these old shelves may collapse on a poor soul's head. Hopefully I won't be that poor soul today. I passed countless maps—maps to enchanted forests, mythic isles, cursed ruin, spirits grove. But even among those maps for spirits grove, Ember Hallow was not there. Then, as I turned a corner, something drew my gaze—a map sprawled across a wooden table, illuminated by a shaft of light filtering through a dusty window. It was unlike any I had seen before.