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Fury and something darker clawed at his chest as he barked orders to his men. “Find her,” he growled, his voice sharp as broken glass. “Bring her back alive.” Reese's POV Meanwhile, I stumbled across the dunes, my feet sinking into the cold sand. Tears blurred my vision, but I kept going, one step after another. The moon lit my path, casting long shadows behind me. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I did, I might turn around, and there was nothing left for me there except chains. But after an hour of walking, my legs gave out. I sank to my knees, clutching my stomach as nausea rolled through me. The wind howled around me, lifting my hair and chilling my bones. I looked back once, just for a

CHAPTER 100 – The Next Dawn The first light of dawn stretched across the summit, spilling golden hues over the mountains. Rowan stood at the edge, the wind brushing against her face, carrying the scent of burned earth and new growth. She inhaled deeply, feeling both the weight of the battles fought and the fragile promise of what lay ahead. Azeriel joined her silently, his gaze scanning the horizon for any sign of movement, even in these moments of calm. “The summit looks… different now,” Rowan said, her voice low, almost reverent. “Like it’s seen everything and is still standing.”

Dune had left the evening prior. That meant at the early mornings and late evenings, she has to do all her drills by herself. It’s a bit reminiscent that Dune happened to be her most unexpected confider since waking up in Polvaros. The man was a big mass of trouble and her respect for him was enormous. As she was carrying a large chunk of weight up the mountains to get her head out from her last interaction with Santina, she saw something fly up above her.

The sun dawns, golden hues of fiery light rushing across the lands of my horde. My feet pad across the slick stone floor. Gusts of early morning air blow through the mountain caverns, bringing a sweet dewy scent with them. Flavius's rough hand caresses mine as we make our way through the mountain to the tomb where my brother rests.

Wind swirled through the broken walls, carrying echoes of laughter long forgotten. The ground beneath them glowed faintly. Tiny sparks rose like fireflies. Liora’s voice wove warmth through the silence, and something deep within the earth stirred. The stones began to hum. The air thickened with gold. And then — a single bloom pushed through the rubble, followed by another, and another. The Fire Gardens were returning. Daren fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t understand,

Alpha Rasmore was striding toward the dungeon. "She is missing, son." The window is open. "She must have escaped through it." He explained fuming in anger. His chest heaved, scaring anyone who looked at him. His teeth were clattering furiously. "No, Alpha Cameroon. She hasn't escaped. Someone helped her go out. Before I went to look for Karen Milburn, I passed through the dungeon, and she was really weak. "She could barely open her eyes," Beta Hashmuk explained.

Outside, the sun climbed higher. And somewhere beyond locks, beyond fire, beyond distance, Damon Moretti was still playing the long game. End of Book 1.

Feed… feed… feed… And Kael knew, with growing dread, that this was only the beginning. ☠️ End of Chapter 7

Moonrise came like the edge of a blade. They reached the dunes by twilight—an ocean of glass-sand that shifted with its own quiet breath. Heat clung to the ground despite the cold sky, as if the earth remembered being fire and refused to forget. Mirel—the seer who’d found them under the broken bridge—walked a half-pace ahead, cane sinking into the dunes with soft, resigned sounds. “Here,” she said at last, pointing to a patch of sand so ordinary it might have been overlooked a hundred times. “Don’t step, not yet. Listen.”

Distant shapes moving through the treeline. Wolves. Dozens of them. And at the front, a woman in crimson. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness. Ravenna. She'd brought an army. --- **End of Chapter 7**