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My hands flared again, a warning to the world, to the forest, to anyone foolish enough to stumble upon me. I was here. I had survived. I was fire incarnate. And soon, they would all know. I crouched atop the ridge, shadows curling around me, my body trembling with hunger, exhaustion, and the raw thrill of power. The forest below smoldered faintly, silent witnesses to my rebirth. My lips curved into a faint, defiant smile. They will burn. Not now. Not yet. But one day, all of them would feel the fire. And somewhere, far away, Kael moved towards the pulse he could not ignore, drawn by the same whisper that had awakened me in the ashes.

"Sometimes an ally, sometimes more. But always there, always part of this... cycle. I couldn't remember before, but now…" "Your Phoenix awakening has begun," Lena interrupted, her tone blunt and pragmatic, "and everything is about to change." As if on cue, Ember gasped. I turned to see her staring at her hands, which had begun to glow from within, not like reflected firelight, but like embers in a dying fire, pulsing with internal heat. The light spread beneath her skin, tracing veins and arteries with golden-red luminescence. "What the…" I started, but the words died in my throat as the glow intensified.

“It’s a summoning seal.” Oragon knelt beside it. “Not summoning. Awakening.” I froze. “Awakening what?” “The first lock,” Oragon murmured. “The one tied to your bloodline.” Fenrir stepped in front of me, protective again. “What does that mean?” Oragon looked at me grimly. “It means the enemy isn’t waiting anymore. They’re forcing your power awake.” “And what happens if they succeed?” Fenrir demanded. Oragon swallowed. “Then Selene stops being the key…”

“The fire? Yeah. Hard to miss your world exploding.” “Not the fire,” she corrected. “The awakening.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t say it like that.” She ignored me, because of course she did. “Silver fire does not answer fear or anger alone. It answers blood. And bonds.” The word settled heavy in my chest. “Enid,” I said, flat. Elda nodded. “The Lunawalker Flame.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “That sounds fake. Like something made up to scare young wolves into behaving.”

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

“They’ll twist anything to break you.” But their words had struck something deep in Evelynn. Her fire thrummed in response to them, not in defiance—but in recognition. As though they were right. As though a part of her was theirs. The leader stepped closer, and Evelynn’s breath hitched. “You are the one who burns, child of fire,” he said, reverence and hunger mixing in his tone. “Your blood carries what was lost. And when you awaken fully, the world will bow.” Evelynn’s knees weakened, but Aiden pulled her back against him, his body a shield of heat and muscle. “She’s not your key,” he spat. “She’s mine.”

She looked at me, her eyes flooded with worry. “What is it?” I asked, instinctively dreading the answer. “I just mindlinked one of my warriors,” Astrid said. “Eden. Silvermist Pack was attacked this morning.”

The shopkeeper's eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as he spoke. "I overheard the merchants discussing how the baron of Ice Demon City supposedly single-handedly defeated a beastmen invasion a few weeks ago. Personally, I find it hard to believe, but if it were true, even I would be tempted to go to Ice Demon City. Regardless, the news about this recruitment is genuine, as the merchant guild is willing to confirm its authenticity." "Three silver per month...and ten silver coins as a bonus for joining the military," Emmanuel recalled, thinking about the influential woman who had rescued him from the thugs.

Everywhere I looked, people were smiling and talking. It should have been the perfect day. Instead, I spent most of it looking for one person. Kael. The moment several black SUVs from the Voronov Pack entered through the gates, my attention immediately shifted toward them. Warriors climbed out first. Then Alpha Victor appeared. And finally, Kael stepped out.

"Matteo will be sworn into the organization and I will initiate the ritual. He will be serving under Romeo as a soldier, to be trained by Luca." Matteo and Luca exchange glances. What would Luca have to teach him? How to fight? Matteo already knows how to fight. "If anyone has anything to object, you may speak now." The room is dead silent. Now is Matteo's chance to say something. Choose his path, pick one of the two versions of himself, and play that role until death.