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“But Alex, there must be some. In fact, I know at least two branches survive. Well at least they did in my future.” Alex looks at me with interest. “How so?” “Well, in the future. Your descendant… well ours actually…” I shake my head at the thought of Steph and Drake being my great, great whatever grandchildren. “… He goes on to mate with a Walker witch. Alison Walker.” Alex gives this some thought. “How do you know that Alison doesn’t descend from our direct line as well?” He was right, of course. I had no idea in reality who Alison was descended from.

“No, I am a many times removed descendant of a deity.” “Like gives birth to like, you are a deity babe,” Damien says. “And don't sell yourself short. From what you said, each descendant is stronger than the last. You are powerful. Oh, Willow must be out of her mind to have pulled a stunt like this and also losing you,” Fredja crows. “Yeah, she must be very disappointed,” I say.

Sad, blank, frustrated—I don’t even know how to explain it, but he is closed off; you can’t tell what is going on with him. “So, I got some reports. Aurora was going to be reborn, but because of the mistakes he made, she was not going to come in human form like she did, but in wolf form in the bodies of her direct descendants,” she said. And I looked at her, wondering where she was headed. What was she saying? “Since I got that report, I have traced down my descendants, and you are the last descendant of Aurora,” she said. I gulped. “What does that mean?” I asked.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

Maybe even babies could sense the threads that connected us all through blood and loss and choices made in darkness. The Phoenix Council had grown beyond my wildest hopes. Forty-three confirmed descendants now, scattered across seven territories. Some came with children, others with stories of families hidden so deep even they hadn't known their heritage. We met quarterly in different locations—neutral ground, always, to avoid the politics of pack territories.

My stomach twisted as I read the last note: killing the cursed was often the only way to end the curse. I closed the book and exhaled sharply. I refused to accept that. I chose to believe there was a way to break the curse affecting my mates without anyone dying. Maybe the descendants of the witch could help. Maybe there was a way to undo it without ending lives. I allowed myself a small hope, a tiny spark in the midst of all this fear. Determined, I decided to look for anyone who could be connected to the witches, anyone who might know the history and the descendants. I slipped out of my room, moving quietly through the fortress, searching for clues.

Talia asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice. Raina looked over at Talia and then around the room. “We missed that Rebekah’s father was a vampire. Which means that, as red wolves, we aren’t just the descendants of the first red wolf, but we are also descendants from a vampire.” The room was eerily quiet, as if everyone was mulling over the information. I shook my head. There had to be more to this story that was missing. “That can’t possibly be the end of this story. Just being partly descended from a vampire is not enough. What else is going on?” I asked, a chill running through me as I spoke. Duncan seemed to notice and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt Harley move closer as well.

The moment Jaine spoke about this sunken kingdom, her heart started to beat rapidly. “Only the descendants are allowed to read the book, each race has a copy, and as far as I have heard, no one would be willing to tell who holds the book now since it is considered a treasure, a blessing and a curse to be entrusted with the book. I was only able to read it since I was once a descendant, but after I failed to shift into a full-grown bear, I was cast out of the kingdom, even when I am the direct descendant of their late king.”

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Our unshakeable foundation. From rejected omega to grandmother of divine Guardians. From broken to unbreakable. From alone to surrounded by family. What a journey it had been. What a life I’d lived. What a legacy we’d built. And the best part? It wasn’t over. The story continued. My grandchildren would write new chapters. Their children after them. Each generation adding to the tale. The Silvermoon saga. Still being written. Still evolving. Still proving that love and determination could overcome anything. Always. Forever. Eternally.