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I hated how weak they sounded. Ignoring her pleas, I stepped away and approached the Snake Pit. I opened the glass enclosure, revealing a vibrant, colorful snake coiled within. Its scales shimmered under the dim light, a beautiful creature with a deadly secret. I grabbed its neck firmly, watching as it hissed angrily, venom dripping from its fangs, trying to bite me. “Look at this beauty, Little Mouse,” I said, my voice smooth and taunting. “So pretty, yet so deadly.” I could hear her struggling in the water, her panic palpable. The sight of her fear filled me with joy.

“It’s not over. They're still out there, and I can sense it. --- The air became heavier and colder as they left the cavern. Lena stopped, her light flickering again. “What is it?” Lucan asked, his voice tense. "I don't know," Lena remarked, looking beyond the horizon. “Something’s coming.” A distant low rumble resonated, accompanied by a haunting howl. The earth shook beneath them, and a silhouette appeared on the horizon, bigger and darker than anything they had encountered previously. Kaden cursed under his breath asking himself. "Is this a joke or what?"

Their stink was very fresh, and still leading up the mountain. Was it possible they’d already made it inside? We were walking up on a bloodbath? Had we been too late? Please, God, no. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Pandora” by 2WEI and Edda Hayes.

She said menacingly and turned into sand. The moment the last bit of her fell to the ground, There was a ripple in the sound, followed by more ripples and out of the blue, about a thousand dessert snakes flew into the air aiming right for me.

I roll on top of him, covering him from the spray of debris shooting in our direction. But then it’s silent. So quiet I can hear the furious ocean raging against the shore. I brace myself on my elbows and crane my head toward the horizon. A band of crimson is woven between the clouds, dancing like the aurora. “No,” I rasp, fear clogging every sense, every feeling. The mate bond screeches in dire warning. “FALLON! Fuck, NO!”

I draw the bow slowly across the strings. The first note vibrates through the clearing like sunlight through glass. The seam answers immediately. A ripple of pale light spreads through the air before me. I layer another note over it. Then another. The melody grows slowly, carefully, weaving together the same harmony I felt earlier through the bond. The barrier brightens. And then— The air clears. Emberhold appears faintly through the shimmer. Cliffs. Storm clouds. And a single dark figure standing against the wind. My breath catches.

Abyron did not take him seriously at all. “You’re just a human, and you dare to stand in my way. Do you even know who I am? I’m the Snake King. With a snap of my fingers, not only you, but everyone here would die.” Auron showed no fear. “Is that so? Then try.” The people behind him stood up as well. Their expressions were calm and fearless. Abyron narrowed his eyes.

The dawn broke over the desert like a whisper of blood, casting the world in a crimson hue that seemed to burn with the intensity of what was coming. Sena stood at the edge of their camp, the wind blowing softly through her hair, her eyes fixed on the horizon. In the distance, a storm was rising—a storm that wasn’t made of sand or wind, but of fate, and of the inevitable clash that would determine the future of the wolves, and the land itself.

“sleep? with you two snoring like bears? pass.” Rhea snorted. “hey, my snoring’s melodic. serna’s the one who sounds like she’s gargling gravel.” Serna pulled her hand back, but the warmth lingered. “melodic my ass. last truce i woke up to you humming that old blue moon lullaby off-key. thought the enemy had infiltrated with a dying cat.” Kaelin grinned, faint but real. “lyra used to sing it to the scouts after patrols. voice like smoke and honey. ‘sleep little wolf, the moon’s your shield.’ made even the worst nights feel… possible.”

“No. A celebration. The first decade of peace deserves music, not signatures.” The young woman laughed. “You sound like your mother.” “I should be so lucky,” Luna murmured. She rose and stepped onto the balcony. The morning sun poured over her like gold poured from heaven, and for a brief moment, she thought she heard the sea again, the soft hum that had once haunted her blood. But it wasn’t a warning anymore. It was a song. The serpent had not vanished. It had transformed woven into the rhythm of the earth itself, into the pulse of a civilization reborn.