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He waved her off. Still the woman lingered. She stood her ground, proud in her stance. “I’m sure your pathetic ranks couldn’t stand against my clan. None of you could.” Donte was in her face. He could feel the heat of her trembling breaths. “Chimeras that flaunt their abilities are no more abominations than the ones that shun immortals with greater power.” The ruby red of his eyes flickered with such darkness. “We prefer to avoid war. We welcome outcasts with open arms, and give sanctuary to the injured. You are neither, nor are you fit enough to be our mate. Leave." His nostrils flared as he menaced over her.

Now I am certain of it. If memory served me, Jeramiah was from a lineage that dabbled with darkness. I couldn’t blame my grandfather for not wanting them together. I also understood that the heart knows no boundaries. Elsbeth couldn’t help what her heart felt for Jeremiah. It was a definite dilemma. I cringed with empathy at the next paragraph that I read. Father was injured and may lose his left arm. It is a tragedy, but I cannot condemn my love. He was simply defending himself from a man half crazed with anger.

Chapter 14 A Mother's Journey Three months later.. Rose and Alma arrive on the bus into the Historic city of New Orleans. The air is sweet with a hint of magic the city is known for. They gather their bags and wave down a taxi to their rooms, which the tribal elders had booked in advance.

Emerson. Emerson’s head was smashed up against the window of her moms SUV as the air conditioner blasted her long white blonde hair around in her face. She caught herself wondering why it was so hot when the summers in this town were supposedly mild, or so said the weather when she looked it up before the move. Andover Oregon was already not what she thought it would be, and they were just pulling into the town. “I think we’re really going to like it here” Carol Parker sing songed cutting the silence of the car. They’d been driving all day from their previous home in Southern California.

Ember demanded from the two-faced bitch who it was obvious came to destroy her. "You, I came for you." Ellie retorted, "You're not going to go scot-free, why do you keep parading yourself as the best when it's obvious that you're the devil's spawn? Tell me what you intend to achieve. Do you have any conscience at all?" Ember sighed, she hadn't come for any fight just to make her know that her plans weren't going to work at least not where she was concerned.

Ember *TW: Fun Times ahead, if you’re not interested, you can skip it without missing out on the story line* Everything seemed to happen at once and before she knew it, they were in his car speeding along a road with the airconditioning at full blast on her face. “We’re nearly there, Ember. I know your first heat is the worst, but I’m here with you and you just have to tell me what you want.” He soothed her, while he rested his hand on her thigh.

There was pain in her voice. Ember’s throat tightened as images of the village filled with dead bodies and blood flashed into her mind. She pushed those thoughts away, she can’t afford to be distracted now. She has to concentrate to be able to unleash her power that her grandmother had locked. “What is that?” Ember referred to the book that Yvette had in hand, though she already had an idea what kind of book it was. Yvette carefully placed the book on her lap as she occupied the couch opposite from Ember. She wiped the dusty surface of the book with her own bare hands.

CHAPTER NINE Ember took a slow, steady breath as she walked out with Isaac. Past memories surged without warning. Amalia City. Blood Moon Pack. She was back. She paused briefly at the foot of the stairs, her sunglasses hiding the flicker of emotion in her eyes. The memories of betrayal still lingered, sharp and vivid, as though everything had happened only yesterday. The pain. The humiliation. The suffering she had endured. Shaking her head, Ember forced a bright smile onto her lips.

she vowed. Together, they watched the last flickers die—not in darkness, but in the promise of dawn yet to come Epilogue The Ember That Remains The embers pulsed low in the ceremonial brazier, casting soft golden light across the stone walls of the newly built Ember Hall. Around them, shelves filled with reclaimed manuscripts and recovered sigils whispered of ancient wisdom not hoarded, but shared. A circle of chairs stood unoccupied for now, waiting not for secrecy, but for seekers.

I whispered into Damien’s ear, just loud enough for only him to hear: “We’re unstoppable now.” He turned, eyes molten with love, and kissed me again…..slow, deep, claiming me not as a possession, but as an equal. As queen to his king in an empire we no longer inherited, but chose. Outside the glass walls, the city burned with light. And we stood…..reborn. As Damien and Elena stand at the top of their new empire, a message arrives. One word. Encrypted. “Ember.” It’s a codename Elena remembers from a childhood secret …….a person thought long dead… …and someone who might hold the real truth about the night the Montrose fire began.