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"This is for you. It will take you to your Innehavre. But you should go quickly. Neither of you have much time left." Agent's offer was wasted. The moment Frog reached for the spark, Purl's paw appeared and sank his claw into the Fate's shoulder. Frog was gone before he could accept Tricksy's gift. Pulling the spark back, Agent carefully tucked it away. He would keep it safe for Frog. Despite their antagonism, the other Fates cared for the angry little bastard. They would try to keep his soul intact. He was going to lose his position as one of the Three. But there were worse fates than being taken out of an avatar's position and re-entering the reincarnation cycle.

She asked, without breaking at the fierce tone of voice he used. "You see, Rufus wants restoration for being abandoned and to have to fend for himself since he was born, the only thing that can do it it's his birthright to Zulcan, Morgaine wants Elatre, as compensation for all the years she had to endure being married to a vicious animal," Flavius spoke, gazing into Alexa's eyes trying to see behind the mask.

"Enough of this nonsense. You're going back with me immediately." Freya's eyes widened instantly. "There's a grandpa Hart here planning on taking Ericka back. Who's he?." Xander let out a frustrated sigh. "Grandpa... That's my grandpa." "Well that's not nice. If he takes her back, our whole plan will be ruined. What should we do now?." There was a moment of silence. "A-ha!. A distraction!." Xander snapped his fingers. "William will call one of grandpa's personal bodyguards saying that I was in an accident. I guess that'll give you enough time to take her to the venue."

"Take me away from this betrayal." Her voice hits like arctic wind: "Child, you've used your last blessing. Leaving means surrendering everything - your pack status, your Luna position, all of it." I laugh bitterly, collapsing onto my royal sofa. Luna position? What's the point when your mate drugs you to f**k an omega in your own bed? "Three days." The Goddess's voice fades. "That's how long the reclamation takes." Hours pass. The vision burns behind my eyes like acid.

What right does he have to her? I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms until I draw blood. No. I'm not giving up. Reina is my fated mate. The Moon Goddess decreed it. No matter how much she fights it, the bond between us can't be broken. I will take her back. She belongs to me. And I will burn the world down to correct this mistake.

She had to be strong and keep her emotions intact if she wanted to reclaim what was hers in the near future. Ezra reached out and gently squeezed her hand. “They probably left something for you. I’ll make sure we get it once you regain your family assets.” With a determined nod, she returned her gaze to the vibrant city lights, lifting her spirits. Shannon made a heartfelt promise to herself: she would reclaim what was lost and hold Clarrise and Karina accountable for their actions against her and her family. Hope and strength fueled her resolve as she looked back at Ezra, feeling more secure and reassured.

The silhouette of the child. No longer small. No longer innocent. Eyes void. Soul stolen. “They broke the bond,” Morwen said, her voice rumbling across mountains. “So I wrote a new one.” The Prophecy Reforged, Elara and Lerder emerged from the Hollow just in time to see the sky split. The ground trembled. Spirits burst from ancient graves. And Morwen spoke a word older than time. “Reclaim.” Elara gasped as the sigil—her sigil—reappeared across the sky.

“I can bring him back.” The words hit me like a blow. I stood so fast my knees almost buckled. “No. You already did too much. You almost tore yourself apart.” “I know,” she said. “But this is different.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Kid, messing with fate is one thing. Dragging someone back from death is another. That line exists for a reason.” “I crossed a bigger one already,” Fia said quietly. Finn shook his head. “You don’t have to do this. We already lost Dad. We won’t lose you too.”

The voice answered before I could form the words. “Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not k

--- ## Chapter 67: The Gamification of Grief Huge, holographic letters, miles high and glowing with a predatory neon green, burned across the grey shroud of the atmosphere. **[WORLD EVENT: THE QUEEN’S RECLAMATION]** **[OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE SUBJECT 01]** **[REWARD: PERMANENT UPLOAD TO THE CORE-REALITY]** **[TIME REMAINING: 23:59:59]** "Twenty-four hours," I breathed. "They’re giving the whole world twenty-four hours to hunt me."