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Asha stepped forward first, flanked by warriors, her sharp eyes scanning us with the precision of someone who’d spent hours waiting and worrying. Her expression flickered between relief and dread as she took in the blood, the exhaustion, and the lingering grief that clung to us like a second skin. “They’re back!” one of the warriors exclaimed, the tension in his voice breaking into a shaky laugh. Asha’s shoulders sagged, her composure cracking for just a moment before she regained it. She approached swiftly, her wolf pacing beneath her skin as her eyes darted from one of us to the next. “What happened?” she asked, her voice tight, her gaze locking on Killian.

" I love you, Ashley" End of chapter 91

King Sylvan commanded, his voice as calm as the wind. Lord Thorne, Councilor of Shadows, gestured with long, elegant fingers. The centre of the moonstone table clouded, then cleared to reveal the image of a clearing near the eastern border of Eldoria. In the centre lay a pile of fine white ash in the vague shape of a humanoid figure. "The remains of Veridian Aspen, Your Majesty," Lord Thorne reported, his voice devoid of emotion. "Found by the border patrols. Nothing remained but ash." Queen Elara leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the image. "No Fae has been reduced to ash in that manner since the Great Wars," she observed, her melodic voice carrying an edge of steel. "What m

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Alex asked sideways about Ash opinion, "It's just over the riverbank in front." Ash nodded, "Okay, I haven't seen it in many years." "I heard that it is Yoshino Sakura, it may be similar to what you saw when you were a kid," Alex Smile, unskilled Japanese sounds very loyal. " Let's enjoy the flowers." "Then, I want to drink beer." Alex woke up again, he is trying to clam his breathing and crying. 'Ash please I am sorry, please come back Ash please'

Alex pouted, but Ash just shook his head. "So what do you need to work on?" Ash looked at him, and Alex just smiled. "I want you to succeed. Plus, I have two papers to do, and they can't be late. Plus, I'm working on my first graphic novel about us, and I can't wait for it to be printed. It's going to be epic! So do you want to make out, or do you want to start your paperwork, and I'll make it up to you later tonight when the pups are asleep?" Ash winks at him, and Alex growls.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.