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“Do you see that?” He narrowed his eyes. “Stay behind me.” We crept toward the light. It flickered softly, like fire — but it wasn’t a normal flame. It floated in the air, a single glowing ember spinning slowly. “It’s her,” I whispered. “I can feel it.” The ember drifted closer, humming faintly, almost like it was breathing. Damon stepped in front of me, claws half out, his eyes flashing gold. “Don’t touch it,” he warned. But before he could move me back, the ember shot forward and touched my chest.

Still, the exhaustion weighing on our group felt far more urgent than my suspicions. Oliver returned after finishing the paperwork. “We’ve secured the best lodging in the central district, Alpha. An inn called Holy Ember.” We entered the city. The streets were paved with warm red bricks beneath our feet. On both sides, blacksmith shops were still hard at work, the clang of metal against metal forming a constant rhythm. Cinderbloom felt completely different from Sapphire Water territory, which smelled of damp earth and morning mist. Here, everything was dry, hot, and buzzing with explosive energy.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The essence of the city, its spirit of unity and progress, lingered in the air, interwoven with the scent of old books and the faint rustling of parchment. The heartbeat of Emeridia continued to pulsate even as the city transitioned into the calm of the night. It was a rhythm that was not dictated by the ticking of the clock, but by the continuous striving of its people for knowledge, unity, and progress. Even in the silence, the city's heartbeat remained a testament to the spirit of Emeridia — a spirit that grew stronger with every book opened, every idea explored, and every discussion held.

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.

Lucien shouted into his comms, “Extraction get the birds ready! Now!” Ember didn’t speak. She just ran. And for once, she wasn’t running from anything. She was running toward something. Minutes later outside, in the clearing The building behind them exploded, the sky lit in orange and ash. Lucien turned to Ember. “You okay?” She didn’t answer immediately. Just watched the fire rise. Then she looked at him, voice quiet and calm. “That place made me. Now it’s gone. So whatever I become next… that’s on me.”

Leaving Erica's office, I felt agitated and on edge. I was used to controlling my emotions and my actions but at this moment I felt like I would explode. I had begun to pry open the safe that I kept locked in my mind and feelings were beginning to seep out while I desperately tried to push them back in. On my way home, I called my husband and told him that I needed a break, and asked if he could watch the children so that I could spend the night at the casino alone. Usually, you would have a good time staying at a casino, but I was more interested in the free room that they give you for gambling there in the past. I needed that free room right now. I do not want to put this burden on my fami

Hamilton scolded without a second thought. “Oh. Right. Wait. But don’t we need skills and materials too?” “I’m sure Angie has an idea.” Angie pointed down the road without saying a word. Those who had been paying attention to their conversation looked at where Angie pointed and finally noticed what laid on the other end of the road. There were tall concrete structures that looked like melted wax. “Are those…?” Hamilton and Miryam whispered breathlessly. Their eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “It’s only a matter of time before we’d run into an abandoned city, or whatever it was.” Angie answered their question before they needed to ask.

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.”

I say flatly. "Oh, but I am!" Ember actually claps her massive claws together like an excited child. "It's been so lonely on this mountain since my clan exiled me. No one to talk to except passing travelers who run away screaming. No one to appreciate my vast intelligence and wit. No one to properly admire my magnificent hoard!" She's insane. Completely, utterly insane. Not evil or demonic, just bored and lonely and absolutely out of her mind. "We don't have time for games," I try to reason with her. "The demon invasion is happening now. People are dying now. We need your help now."