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Zella shot back, “but I’m certain of one thing. They fall. One by one. The Crowns, The Alfred, The Midnights. Especially the Midnights.” Dave’s heart skipped. He hadn’t even stepped into the doorway, but he could see them through the gap. Zella stood by the window, city lights shining on her dark dress. Mike leaned on the table, arms crossed, listening. “They look untouchable,” Zella went on, “but every empire has a weak spot. We just need to find it.” The words echoed in Dave’s head; his head spun for a bit as he tried to wonder if he was hearing correctly. How?

Silence swallowed us, heavy, ancient silence. The tunnel descended deep beneath the roots. Moonlight illuminated the walls and strange symbols covered every surface, not warnings, but instructions. The deeper we traveled, the brighter my mark became. Kael noticed immediately. "You're glowing." I looked down. Wonderful, I was. The silver light spread across my skin, not painful, not frightening, but familiar, as though something ancient was waking up, waiting, remembering. The tunnel finally opened into another chamber, smaller than the cavern above, yet somehow more important. At its center stood a stone pedestal, and on that pedestal rested a crown, silver, ancient, beautiful. The sight sto

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

One under each crest. "Blood. It wants our blood." She unwrapped her hand. The cut from their oath was still bleeding a little. Damien did the same. They pressed their palms to the prints. Nothing. Then the door shuddered. Something inside started grinding and clicking. The door swung open. Inside was just a small room. Empty except for one thing. A pedestal. And on top, a single object. A crown. Black metal. Old as hell. Covered in weird symbols. "The Silent Crown," Celeste whispered.

Because I saw something no one else did. In the trees, just beyond the sacred stones— I saw a woman standing, wearing my face. Her eyes were glowing black. But she didn’t say a word, she only smiled. And in her hands—she held the Crown. A second one. Made not of moonlight… but *shadow*.

Leo murmured. Jacob took the glass. “Maybe I’m learning from the monster I married.” Leo stared at him. “Is that what I am?” Jacob drank. “No. You’re worse.” Later that night, a delivery arrived. No name. No traceable signature. Just a black box wrapped in velvet ribbon. Jacob unwrapped it slowly. Inside: A bone-white crown. Real bone. Human, probably. And beneath it, a note. “If you won’t kneel beside him… kneel beside me.”

When I open my fists, the wind scatters what remains of him like an afterthought, like ashes from a funeral pyre that burned too long ago to matter. The dream meadow collapses entirely, leaving me standing in a void that tastes of regret and relief in equal measure. I wake in my chambers, gasping like someone pulled back from drowning, my hands still shaped around a throat that exists only in the space between sleeping and waking. Moonlight spills through the massive windows, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow, and falls across the black crown sitting on my bedside table like a faithful pet waiting for its master to acknowledge it. The crown that was once silver, once blessed

I was still in her arms. That realization landed slowly, like the last tremor after an earthquake. Her hand remained firm at my waist. Mine was still twisted in the fabric of her shirt. Heat lingered between us, mingling with a faint trace of frost that had not fully dissipated from the air. Steam curled where our magic had collided. My lips tingled. I pulled my hand back first. Deliberately. Composed. The room watched without pretending not to. Kaia’s cousin, nearest the fire, leaned on someone’s shoulder, grinning. “Damn,” he muttered loud enough to carry. “Midnight tradition’s evolving.”

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.