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It uncurled its pale new leaves, reaching upward toward the bright blue sky. It was the first living thing to grow naturally in the North in ten centuries. A deafening, triumphant cheer erupted across the valley. The beast kin roared, slamming their heavy fists against their chests. The refugees wept and embraced one another. The sound of pure, unadulterated joy echoed off the volcanic mountains, completely drowning out the howl of the northern wind. Ashren stood up. He pulled Valen into his arms, lifting our son high above his head for the entire city to see. I wrapped my arms around my mate’s waist, leaning my head against his chest. I listened to his steady, uncorrupted heartbeat.

Then he turned, eyes already gold, the shift beginning before he even made it outside. --- VIII. Into the Wild – The Hunt Begins (Action Climax) The forest greeted him with silence, eerie and unnatural. Twilight wrapped the trees in shadows, and the scent of blood still clung to Asher’s fur—Leo now—as he tore through the underbrush. Branches scraped at his flank, but he didn’t slow. His mind was singular, tunneled to the sound of Kade’s laugh, the feel of Elena's blood on his hands, the image of her falling.

Above her, the sky opens, stormlight shifting, clouds folding back as if to watch. She doesn’t shout. She speaks. And the world leans in. “We are not the forgotten,” she says. “We are not the obedient. We are not what they left behind.” The runes pulse. The blade glows brighter. “We are what comes next. We are what rises from ruin. We are the children of flame and sorrow. And we are Ashborn.” The courtyard explodes in sound. In voice. In fury turned sacred. The Blade of Caladris lights like a second sun.

He carefully wipes the tears from my face as he turns my head up to look at him. “Little Bear, you've been through hell and back, no one would ever expect you to come out of it even the least bit affected. You've suffered more trauma than anyone I know, and yet you're still fighting. You are a true warrior. Don't ever think otherwise. What they did to you would have anyone second guessing themselves. Don't let them win. They want to see you fail. Just because they got to you, doesn't mean that they've won. The fact that you were able to see through their lies only proves how strong you really are.”

"A great victory. One worth celebrating. So go—take shelter, rest, prepare yourselves. Tomorrow, we feast." The sound that rose up was raw, relieved, almost desperate. Not the polished cheer of a planned celebration, but something deeper—gratitude mixed with leftover fear, pride tangled with grief. It rolled through the crowd, grew louder for a moment, then broke apart into smaller voices, murmurs, a few tired laughs. Ashley felt it in her ribs, but her face stayed blank. She couldn't quite let it in yet.

The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her. "Cassia!" My voice came out hoarse as I shouted with everything I had: "Save my father! Hurry, save my father!"

When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt. Kira sat there for several long minutes, half in and half out of a grave, no one else in sight, the forest surrounding her impossible to see in the dark. “Fuck,” Kira coughed, tiredly shoving at the dirt covering her legs, trying to free them. She brushed dirty fingers against the tear in her neck, wincing at the sting. It was probably a mess of infection right now, but oh well. It would heal. Probably. Kira crawled out of her grave and lay down beside it, staring up at what she could see of the sky through the inky tree branches blotting out most of it.