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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.

His body was tense, coiled for attack. “You have five seconds to explain why you’re trespassing,” he growled. “I’m not trespassing,” she said smoothly. “I was invited.” I stepped beside him. “By who?” She held up a pendant, carved with the mark from my mother’s old journal—the Crescent Flame. “I’m Ember,” she said. “Elaine Greywood’s firstborn. Your sister.” I reeled. “No. My mother never mentioned—” “She couldn’t,” Ember cut in. “Because they erased me. Hid me. To protect you.”

A loud gasp tore through the room. Ember shot upright, her body stiff as if something unseen had just taken hold of her. Her eyes were wild, dilated. She wasn’t looking at them… she was looking past them, at something neither Kaya nor Raphael could see. And then she whispered, her voice trembling with something between fear and rage. “He’s coming.”

The night went still again. Ember stood there for a long moment,cold and shaking, feeling all the rises from her skin, she pressed her hand against the window glass. Recalling the words again “He’s not gone”. The words echoed in her head over and over until her pulse began to hit painfully against her ribs. When she finally lay herself down, she didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted salt from her middle lips. Darius’s POV

Ember's POV When I woke, the world was wet stone and cold iron. My arms were stretched above my head, chains biting into my wrists until my skin burned. The air shimmered faint blue, alive with whispers that hummed against my bones. Every breath I took tasted like metal and ash. My disguise was gone....no bandages, no cloak, no voice to hide behind. Just me. Ember. And the truth I’d spent months burying.

Recognition. Ember felt it at first, the scenery vibrating through her like a plucked string. Suddenly, I was back in the Emberclaw library, three weeks ago, the clock reading two in the morning. I was reaching for a book behind a locked case, a book I had absolutely no business touching. The lock was simple enough, but the contents? Not so much.

‎ ‎The garden began to quiet. ‎ ‎Not in peace. ‎ ‎In absence. ‎ ‎The warmth faded. ‎ ‎The scent dulled. ‎ ‎The light dimmed. ‎ ‎The Fade was winning. ‎ ‎Then a child came. ‎ ‎A girl named Ember—descendant of every line, her light flickering but stubborn. ‎ ‎She was twelve, small for her age, her hair silver with streaks of red, her eyes the color of storm clouds before rain. ‎ ‎She came alone.

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.