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She said to herself while gazing at him. With a soft sigh, Ameera turned her attention to a novel she had brought along for the journey. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the story in her hands. As Ameera gazed at the novel in her hands, written by Prerna Kanade, a smile curled on her lips. She traced her fingers over the embossed title, feeling a sense of anticipation for the story that lay within its pages.

I stare at her, thinking how much she resembles an owl. "It's over Se. It's over. She can never hurt you again. no one will. I promise you sweetheart, " Myles says into my ear as I realise I am still held firmly against his chest. at his words, relief floods my body, and I slump back against him. my head falls limply onto his chest, swaying slightly to the side. something in the forest line catches my eye as I see the two dismissed Alpha's talking and smiling at me, with a vicious look in their eyes. Damn it. maybe Sherlys damage isn't quite over with yet.

Elsher asked servers questions while acting like a good father but Amelia stood there, not at all moved by what he said. "Why are you keeping silent?! It is you that father is talking to!" Lillian couldn't take it anymore and interfered. "Shut up!" Mr. Elsher yelled out not wanting her to destroy his plan. No one knew how happy he was when he heard that something happened to Amelia and she lost her memory. Although he had wanted her to die, isn't it also good that she just lost her memory? So now he can use her and get exactly what he wants. "You must be tired, " Helene showed her to her room. We will talk after you wake up"

“Does that make Amalia a target?” “At one point,” Sera answered calmly. “Yes. But Amalia is hidden now—protected by Seryana, a witch older than Seraphine’s line who gave her renewed life. Basically, a new identity.” Then Amalia leaned forward on the teleprompter. Her voice shook—not with fear, but awe. “Kaela… we have a whole book,” she said quietly. “An entire volume. Kaela of Flame. The ginger wolf. It’s detailed. Your battles. Your rage. Your loyalty. Your grief.”

Nor was it Amelia. “Sienna, we meet at last,” the being housed in Amelia said using her mouth, her voice. “I’m Serena, Amelia’s wolf.” I could see now clearly how this entity was something other. A wolf would explain that feeling, as well as the menacing aura the wolf was exuding. “In the past, I had been dormant, and Amelia, in her innocence had allowed you to plot and plan against her, sometimes unknowingly, sometimes out of hope that you would change your mind. I feel no such softness for you,” Serena said.

“Your mother tried to shield you from all this. But the Council has found you anyway. They will never stop. They fear what you could become.” “I don’t even know what I am,” Serena whispered. Nael stepped forward, ignoring the raised spears of the guards. “Then let us show you.” The moment she reached into her cloak, half the warriors surged forward, but Elias lifted a hand, freezing them. Nael pulled out a thin, leather-bound book — old, cracked, humming with enchantment. She held it out to Serena. “Your mother’s grimoire.” Serena’s hands trembled as she accepted it. The moment her fingers touched the cover, warmth shot up her arm — not painful, but familiar. The binding pulsed beneath her f

Lucien, kneeling in a graveyard of mirrors, a letter pressed to lips that never forgave. Sirelia, her crown of thorns digging into her scalp, whispering her final command into the dark. Aether, the dust-marked child, standing before a temple engulfed in flame, alone. Then, Seren. Future. Cloaked in starlight. Surrounded by ruins. Her hands dripping with blood not her own. At her back, thrones turned to ash. At her feet, wolves, kneeling in chains. In her eyes, Power. The stone whispered:

Her wolf’s voice vanished completely. Then, silence. Stillness. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Solmyra leaned in close, her cold breath brushing Serena’s ear. “You’ll sleep now,” she whispered. “And when you wake, you’ll be mine.” Serena’s body gave in. Her eyes closed. And the world around her slipped away into a void of blackness. She didn’t even hear the doors shut again. Outside the chamber, Maeron stood watching the storm brew on the sea. A thick fog began to curl over the shoreline. He could sense something powerful—more powerful than anything they had faced—approaching.

Leaving Amelia standing alone in silence. For several seconds, Amelia didn’t move. Then slowly— Very slowly— She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged. Eyes red. Face pale. This was what loving Damian Vale had turned her into. A woman constantly begging to be chosen. Amelia suddenly felt exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. Deeply emotionally exhausted. And for the first time in years… Something inside her snapped. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Quietly. Like the final thread finally breaking.