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“I knew what Starend would take from you.” “You gave me a choice,” Liora whispered. “That’s all I ever wanted.” They sat in silence. Until Altheya broke it. “There’s one last thing you haven’t seen. One last gift from Aria. Hidden inside me.” Liora turned. “What gift?” Altheya reached into her robes and drew a small crystal vial, sealed with three runes and glowing gold-blue. “She poured her final song into this,” Altheya said. “Not a weapon. Not a memory.”

Alaron blew out his cheeks but waited patiently as he continued to eat the food he was provided. Suddenly a small creature appeared in the room. He was not to Alaron's waist and wore various shades of green. He had a fiery red beard and only slightly lighter skin. The sight sent a shiver of fear down Alaron's spine. The creature handed a letter to Cafer, who in turn placed a golden coin in the little man's hand. The creature kept his hand outstretched and the gnome produced a second coin. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he mumbled in the ancient tongue. Receiving the second coin, the creature was gone as mysteriously as it came.

Lex smirked, subtly alluding to Arlo's method of driving the message home with some of the pack members. "Fine," Arlo said, his tone a mix of frustration and resignation. "So, all this time, you've been looking for him?" "Yes. But it was like he never existed—his poor daddy was indeed powerful," Lex said with a mocking tone. "That useless black witch finally had a breakthrough. Located the magic to a human town. We don’t know yet what triggered it to just appear, but we had a breakthrough. Did you think I sent you on a wild goose chase?" Lex raised an eyebrow at his beta.

When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself. They opened it on the carpet. The pages were brittle, smelling musty. Most of it was in Old German, but there were illustrations, ink sketches depicting battles, rituals, and... a man with glowing eyes, surrounded by shadows. "Here he is," Siron whispered, pointing to one illustration. The man was handsome, standing on a pile of corpses, with a crown on his head. "Alaric."

Logan looked like a kid in a candy store. I wished I could hear what Kane’s answers would be as I had the same questions in mind. Logan’s smile got wider as he listened to his alpha talking through the mind link. “Luna, his name is Alaric, doesn’t he look magnificent?” he was right Alaric was majestic, he looked like a royal wolf with his shiny black coat. “He looks like a king.”

He proclaims. Tears fall from her eyes and she slowly dies. “That's where you're wrong.” Athena says and her eyes glow an icy blue shade, taking him by surprise “I, Luna Athena, Luna Queen of Crescent moon, make this prophecy. The Crescent moon will be ruled again by the bond of a human and a wolf. And humans and wolves will live in harmony side by side….” She stares directly into the eyes of her abductor “....and you will die by the hand of those you call weak and pathetic. You will die by the hands of a human.” And she gives up the ghost.

His arm wraps possessively around my waist. “Sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.” “Wait,” I say softly. I take advantage of how relaxed he is leaning against me. My hand slips into my shirt pocket and pulls out a small folded parchment I secretly wrote earlier with leftover charcoal from the campfire while he was distracted cleaning his sword. “Alaric, if you’re reading this, then the war is over. Forgive me for hiding the price. My silver magic is gone. I’m only human now.

Every stroke sent a mild ache up her arm, but compared to the raw burn of earlier, it was tolerable. She drew Lunaris characters she’d learned as a half‑forgotten child and relearned under Soryn’s eye. Symbols for anchor. For bond. For balance and breath. Daire watched her, eyes tracking each line. His breathing was shallow; each inhale tugged faintly at his bandages. “You’re… sure about this,” he managed, voice sandpaper. It wasn’t a doubt. It was a last check, the kind an Alpha made even on his back.

She smiles and turns on her heel. "Pleasure doing business with you, Alpha!" She calls over her shoulder before slamming my door closed. In another situation, her calling me alpha would be incredibly sexy. But not after she just handed me my ass. That's for sure. I stare at the door she just exited out of, marveling at her tenacity and intelligence. She's fucking ruthless. She's everything I ever could have wanted in a Luna. Except for a fucking wolf.