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A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.”

There were many legends of slumbering gods, but only one had ever been connected to blood sacrifices, shadow beasts, and wars that nearly wiped out entire kingdoms. Harley blanched. “Are you saying—” “Harley,” I cut in softly. “There’s only one god sealed under the Iron Mountains.” Her breath hitched. “Scarlett… no. No, that can’t be…” Adam spoke the name like a death sentence. “Aethyros. The God of Ruin.” Silence. Horrible, fucking, suffocating silence. My hands curled into fists. If Aethyros was waking, if he was behind the kidnappings, the tunnels, the strange attacks, then this wasn’t a war. He had just been playing with us. This was annihilation.

Would that really be so bad? Yes, Briar. I hiss inwardly. Think with your head instead of your pussy. No. I couldn’t go back and risk running into him again. I was certain that nothing good could come from having a relationship with a man like that. If I so much as let myself get closer to him and his world, I knew that he would lead me to ruin.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

With that internal vow hardening my resolve, I struck out along the newly cleared path, breaking into a steady jog towards the looming threshold of the ruins beyond. Whatever fresh metaphysical mind-reaving gauntlets waited within, I would face them with the combined ferocities of both the feral mother alpha and divine matriarchal luminary set to eclipse all boundaries! . .... The dirt path gave way to crumbling stone as I stepped through a weathered path, the old symbol of the Blackmoon pack carved above. Omgoddes! My breath caught when I had finally reached the fabled ruins where the Lost Archive lay hidden. 'About time!' Ria huffed impatiently. 'I thought we'd never get past those desicca

he said, his eyes scanning the little dress I had on which was already ripped on the arm. I felt a wave of anger surge through me. Maybe because of what just happened or because he was clearly insinuating that I was at fault for that creep trying to force himself on me, but I found myself snapping my fingers in his face. “Hey Mister whatever you call yourself. Clearly you think you're some kind of hero for coming when you did but that doesn't give you any right to assume things like that. If you're just going to judge someone based on the ten seconds that you've met them, then guess what I think. I think you're an egotistical human that thinks he's some kind of saviour and the world should b

She must have looked up, searching for help that never came. And now she’s just an offering. My jaw tightens, something dark and violent rising in my chest, clawing at my ribs like it wants out. And for what? “Drinking the blood and getting cleansed with it, you’re ready to become a master. You’ll become untouchable and get protected by the brotherhood. Not even the president of this country will ever cross you. In fact, they'll all be under you and your business and interests in general will all be protected as well.” The one standing by the altar says as he lifts the jar.

The Cradle of Ruin The last sealed city was not on any map. Because it was not above the earth—but beneath it. Kael stood at the edge of the ravine, staring down into the narrow chasm that yawned like a wound across the landscape. Wind howled up from the depths like a warning. According to the scrolls, this was the mouth of Kareth—a city buried by the gods themselves after the fall of the First Era. No one alive had ever seen it. Most mages believed it was a myth.

“Alpha Rivan is clever. He makes promises, he offers things no one else can, but those who take his hand… never thrive. Packs shrink. Alphas vanish. It is said he builds his strength on the ruin of others.” I clenched my claws at my side, my mind racing. Rivan was not offering a cure. He was setting a trap. “Tell me more,” I pressed. The scout swallowed. “There are stories. They say he has a library of curses, old scrolls, forbidden things. That he hunts for divine blood. That he believes the Moon Goddess once walked among wolves, and he will find a way to steal her power for himself.” My stomach dropped, cold and heavy, because I knew then that his gaze on me was not a lie. He had seen me.

Sethis said softly, “I will bury whatever god woke inside you.” The word god moved through the corridor like a detonation. Mae felt the ship answer it, felt the metal bend toward the five men surrounding her. Ashar burned like sanctuary and war, Riven crackled like storm and escape, Lucien stood wrapped in law and judgment, Sethis carried shadow and memory, and Kaine glowed with ruin that had learned regret. They were not just dangerous. They were impossible.