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The Heart of the World lay nestled in its center a temple made of moonstone and ashwood. Morwen shivered. “We’re not alone.” From the shadows emerged hooded figures guardians of the Heart. Their leader, a woman with silver braids and runes on her skin, spoke. “I am Saelith, Voice of the Heart. Who dares seek the Codex?” Elizabeth met her eyes. “I am Elizabeth Stormborn. Golden Wolf. Daughter of Elaria. The mate of the Alpha King.” Saelith’s eyes widened. “Then the moon’s final breath has begun.”

“She has also built a seat where the ruins of old Winterwood once stood.” The words strike like a blade. My breath stills for a moment before I speak. “You mean… they’ve raised a capital?” ‎ ‎The scout nods quickly. “Yes, my Queen. They’ve restored what was left of the old Winterwood fortress. Their banners fly again and they all have a mark of purple rose to show their loyalty.” He hesitates, glancing nervously at Dravon. “They seem well prepared.” ‎

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

The Southern Alliance The great hall of Winterhold Castle lay before Marcus like a battlefield where the weapons were words and honor was more valuable than gold. Seated at the massive stone table were five clan lords, their gruff faces the embodiment of the disbelief of men who had lived through decades of broken vows and shattered alliances.

Carwyn interrupted Vlad. Carwyn already knew the answer in his heart at this point. “Pass my orders down! Forge forty sets of Preitium Armor for me as soon as possible,” he said. “Vlad, you will now go with me to visit Renard.” *** At the same time, in the Helsby mountain range. The weather in this area has gradually returned to normal ever since Druce successfully suppressed the Devil’s Eye. The glacier that had melted had been re-frozen. Only a hundred kilometers of vegetation remained dead, and the area was still barren.

I say, laying a hand on her arm. “Baby. My princess.” She melts under my touch and soft words. Isolde lifts a hand to my head, stroking my hair. Her sleeve rides up and I notice her arm the same time that Wilder does. His eyes dilate and he looks furious. Track marks cover her arms. “It's okay, Mama.” I say softly. “I'm bad off, baby.” She looks at me, fear in her eyes. Wilder moves over to stand beside me, ready to protect me if he needs to.

Rendall watched her until she was no longer in sight. _________________________________ "Rendall you have to come with us." Montague pointed out to a less concerned Rendall. Helia hid behind a tree and peeped at them. The white-haired werewolf that annoyed her was now surrounded by other werewolves which she assumed wanted to take him away. "Heir of Wulfe, do not make us take you home without your consent," Montague warned intriguing Helia. "He is the heir of Wulfe?" She muttered. "Little wonder he wanted to see Nyx badly."

My mates positioned themselves around us at the four cardinal points, creating an inner circle of protection. The Northern Alliance forces emerged from the trees exactly as our scouts had reported, about thirty warriors, heavily armed and moving with military precision. At their centre walked a tall man I didn't recognise, his bearing aristocratic and cold. He carried a staff topped with a dark crystal that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. "That's Marcus Thornfield," Lucious murmured, tension evident in his voice. "Helena's second-in-command. He's the one who supervised most of my... treatments."

"Eryx, Kael, and I. We find the Solar Heart and we end the Great Winter." "It’s a long journey, Darlene," Eryx murmured into my hair. "And you’re... you’re carrying a heavy load". "He’s not a load, Eryx," I said, looking down at my stomach. "He’s the compass." We spent the night in the center of the Sanctuary, huddled together for warmth and strength. But as I drifted into a fitful sleep, I didn't dream of fire or silver. I dreamed of a white wolf with blue eyes, standing on a throne of ice, holding a child made of glass.

“The Veilborn aren’t just servants. They’re scouts. They’re mapping weakness. When they’re done, they’ll open the Rift.” Callen frowned. “Rift?” Lyra whispered, “The true mouth of Thrones.” Aria nodded. “And it lies beneath the Hollowed’s shrine. We must go there. Destroy the altar. Seal the ground with light.” Kael stepped forward. “Then we fight.” Callen placed his axe on the table. “We ride at dawn.” But the Hollowed moved first. Just before sunrise, the wind died. The earth hummed. And every wolf in the Highlands raised its muzzle and howled not in rage, but in terror.