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The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

The watcher's attention wrapped around them, warm and soft, and the silver flowers pulsed with a light that held the promise of spring. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 96

“But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.” A gasp filled the circle, and just like that, after simply hearing his name, the little hope that I managed to instill in their hearts exploded to a whole new level. Compared to the Silver Myst, and the fire that his mere name inspires in all law-abiding wolves, I was nothing. And I was perfectly content with that. F

But she did not fall. Her arms shook, her lungs tore for breath, but she thrust the Sword upward. Golden-red fire flared from its edge, splitting through the inferno with a roar like a star being born. The two flames collided, cold, merciless silver against wild, defiant gold. The void groaned under their clash, the ground cracking beneath their feet. Sparks hissed like dying stars, raining in all directions. Silver fire shrieked. Gold fire roared. Freya’s flame was raw, unpolished, but alive, pulsing in time with her heartbeat, her desperation, her love. Skyrana’s burned with perfection, sharpened by centuries of rage, endless and merciless.

Her heart stuttered. The world tilted. Her body wrenched as the black fire surged, dragging her inward, downward, into a storm of shadow and flame. Her knees struck invisible ground, and when she lifted her eyes, she no longer saw the burning square but a vast plain of fire stretching to infinity. The sky was molten, bleeding darkness. Rivers of shadow ran alongside rivers of gold, their currents twisting, colliding. And at the center stood Maelor—not the beast that towered over Silver More, but a man-shaped figure, tall and cloaked in silver fire. His eyes glowed like moons, his voice smoother now, dripping with inevitability.

The silver scorched my skin the moment it touched me. I screamed. It was instinct, raw and guttural — the sound of pure agony ripping from my throat as the metal sizzled against my flesh. I thrashed, but Roman’s grip didn’t waver. He wrapped the second cuff around my other wrist, then pulled the chain taut behind my back. My muscles convulsed. The burn wasn’t just physical — it went deeper, like the silver was seeping into my bones, into my wolf. “You feel that?” Roman asked, his voice terrifyingly calm now. “That’s just a taste.”

They caressed over me and an instant shiver ran down my spine as I remembered everything that had transpired before, and how I had come undone over and over again while those passion filled eyes watched on. “Well hello Yen, it is nice to see you again.” He greeted, walking towards me. Or rather, stalking towards me. That predatory look in his gaze spoke volumes. I wasn’t the only one remembering the passion and pleasure we shared. “I’m quite jealous,” I blurted. Sometimes, when I was anxious my filter tended to disappear. My cheeks flamed red at my fumble. “Oh?” He inquired, amusement lighting his eyes not at all offended. “You have quite the collection of books, and I love to read,” I bumbl