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He could feel Elena's presence, faint but unmistakable, a flicker of light in the endless shadow. "Elena!" he called out, his voice echoing through the void. "Where are you? I'm here. I've come for you. I will never stop coming for you." A voice echoed from the void—cold, ancient, triumphant. "You cannot save her. She is mine. She has always been mine. She was born to be mine." Kaelen's eyes blazed with defiance. "She is not yours. She is her own. She is the woman I love. And I will not let you take her."

And when she looked down at me, the love on her face was so pure, so absolute, it made something crack inside my chest. "Hello, Axel," she whispered, her voice already fading. "My beautiful boy. My strong, brave boy." "Elena, you need to rest," someone said. "You've lost a lot of blood—" "I know." She pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I don't have much time. But I need you to hear this, little one. I need you to remember." She began to sing. Soft and sweet, a lullaby in Greek that I'd never heard but somehow knew. Silas had sung it to me sometimes when I was young, but I'd never known where it came from.

Alexander reached out slowly, but she shook her head violently, backing away. “No! Don’t… don’t touch me! Don’t come near me!” she shouted. Her voice cracked, sharp and raw, echoing through the room. “I… I trusted you, Alex! And now… now I don’t even… I don’t even know who you are!” He stared at her, chest heaving, guilt radiating off him in waves. “I… I love you, Ava. Only you. Only… only you.” She shook her head again, tears streaming freely. “Love? Love doesn’t hurt like this! Love doesn’t betray! Love doesn’t make me feel like my heart is breaking into pieces!”

“We should be on the air by now. “I can't be late. Why is it taking so long? Elena tried to ignore the murmur around her. Flying made her a little nervous and the last thing she needed was to think about some problem with the plane. Then a voice began to sing... Elena shivered. Don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep. 'Cause I'd miss you, babe And I don't wanna miss a thing. 'Cause even when I dream of you. The sweetest dream will never do. I'd still miss you, babe. And I don't wanna miss a thing

“Who was she?” Azriel stood—not taller, but steadier. > “Her name was Aelira. She wove the first glyphs into song. She hid her memory in lullabies the Archive couldn’t erase. And she’s been with us—always.” Elen’s eyes were rimmed red. “So that’s why the thread never died.” > “Because it sang,” Mira whispered. > “Because she never stopped singing,” Azriel said. The boy stepped forward, voice small but firm.

he countered, his eyes flashing silver. ​"No." Elara stepped in front of him. She took the black-steel sword from the ground. The blade was chipped, and the golden glow had dimmed to a faint ember. "We do not run, and we do not throw lives away. We unite them." ​She turned toward the retreating Southern warriors. She didn't use the King’s roar. She used the Luna’s Call. ​It was a high, melodic vibration that sliced through the panic like a silver needle. It bypassed the ears and went straight to the soul of every wolf in the valley. The fleeing soldiers stopped. They turned, their tails tucked, their eyes wide with a lingering terror.

“You will come into this world, my love.” Her hand caressed the curve of her stomach. “Mommy won't let anything happen to you.” Tears burned Angela’s eyes. “You are destined to become the next queen. You will do what I couldn’t.” Elena’s expression hardened. “And Kesha will not succeed. I will never let her succeed in her mission.” Determination flashed across her face as she began chanting in an unfamiliar language. ‘Mom... what are you doing?’ Angela frowned at her words in confusion. Suddenly Elena screamed. Very hard. The sound ripped through the room.

That tiny, windowless cell. Right on cue, Elara chimed in, her smile as sweet as sugar. "Ms. Lynelle, we'll need to borrow your choreography notes and drafts while Lucian and I study 'Eternal Crown.'" Her eyes glittered as she added, almost playfully, "After all, we're the ones in charge now."

Aeriol held Stella's hand ignoring the shenanigans of Lynx. She smiled, feeling the relief and warmth of Aeriol’s hand. She explained everything she saw in the dream. The day of coronation and the goodbye. She doesn’t understand anything that happened, she doesn’t even know if she needs to believe it. But when Aelius held her close and whisper those words to her, it felt so real. It felt like she is really Luan, she is the Priestess. She may not know all the details of it or understand what it entails, but she felt the gush of emotions.

“Father. The harmonies are ours. Voluntary. Eternal. No more fractures.” Ava’s gaze swept over me—over my flushed skin, my peaked nipples, the violet flames licking across my breasts and belly—and her smile deepened, warm but edged with storm-sharp approval. “Elara, flame heir,” she said, voice like cool thunder rolling across mountains. “Look at you… glowing brighter than any nexus I’ve ever seen. And still taking my son so beautifully even while we watch.” She tilted her head, electric-blue eyes sparkling with mischief that reminded me exactly where Alexander got his filthy streak. “I can feel the bond echo from here, darling. The way your core is still fluttering around him, milking every