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“Don't you talk to my mom like that Raphaella r I swear I'll…” “Silence Juliana” Isabella ordered, Juliana bit her lips furiously and held her tongue. Isabella stood up from her seat calmly and smiled up at Raphaella. Raphaella hated the guts of this woman so much, and her crazy Barbie wannabe daughter… They were both gold diggers, and they came to reap what they did not sow. “Your new bodyguard will soon be here,” Isabella informed Raphaella, gasping. How dare she?..

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Luna Angel and Luna Grace are Guardians who have wolves that were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. The Guardian line flows through the female line. Guardians are the strongest, most powerful wolves in any pack. They make their mates stronger, which is why they were forced into mate bonds with their Alphas for centuries. The generation before me was the first generation where Guardians found their fated mates and in creating true mate bonds, the Guardian line has begun to pass from the mothers to their daughters.

I said it as fact, not question, because I could feel the narrative pressing against my sternum, the Author's hand guiding events toward the conclusion that served the story. "Yes." Aurel turned to face me fully, close enough that I could smell the starch of his collar, the faint ozone of his magic working overtime. "In the historical record, your ancestors were wardens, not murderers. The Wastelands were a bulwark against the demon courts. The Council knows this. Jaxon knows this. But the narrative of the villainess is more useful than the truth of the guardian." I looked at Perrin, at the marks that someone had painted on him like a signature, like a love letter written in someone else's b

“My wolves would essentially be binding themselves to your pack forever?” “Not to our pack specifically,” Maren clarified. “To the guardian who maintains the ward. Who happens to be one of our own, but whose protection extends to all who accept the bonds.” “May we meet this guardian?” Brennan asked. “Understand who we would be binding ourselves to?” Rowan exchanged glances with the council members. “That is. complicated,” he said. “The guardian exists in a state difficult to explain. She is present everywhere within the warded territory but cannot manifest physically. Communication happens through the bonds themselves or through shared dreams.”

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

I watched the scene unfold, and the last shred of hope in my heart died. Then, Fabian stepped onto the stage. He held a crest carved from moonstone, pulsing with a powerful protective rune. "The Northern Wardstone!" someone gasped. It was the pack's highest honor, given only to the bravest, most trusted warrior, symbolizing the power to guard the pack's defensive wards. "Gloria," Fabian's voice was a low, mesmerizing rumble. "From now on, you will stand with me as a guardian of the Northern Ward. I place my trust in you."

He wiped a streak of blood and sweat from his pale face and nodded sharply. “I’m with you,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, steadying. “Always. Within three minutes, the Guardians had gathered in the main hall. These were the elite—the fiercest, most disciplined warriors the pack had to offer. Yet, looking at them now, their expressions were uncharacteristically grim. The sanctuary of our home had been violated. A Luna had been taken from the very heart of our territory. It was a declaration of war, and every single wolf in the room knew the stakes.

“Their husbands gave their lives for Riveria, and Ethan spent his money and time to take care of them. But instead of thanking him, you arrested him instead?” Stephen shrank back, mumbling, “That’s not it. Why would Ethan give them such luxurious houses if something fishy wasn’t going on?” Another governor shot to his feet. “What do you mean by that? Are you saying they don’t deserve to live in such houses? Then tell me, who does? You?” The governors’ expressions were dark. Just moments ago, they believed Stephen and George, thinking Ethan really had a harem. However, not only did it turn out to be untrue, but Ethan had even been using his own money to care for the widows of the fallen heroe

“Can someone tell me about them?” Lionidis steps forward “My family have been protecting these books for generations. They are the stories of all were kind and the history of our people from the day the first curse was made. My family are part of a secret society called the Shadow Tomes who update and protect these books so there is always an accurate, unbiased, non political record of our history. I knew there was a spell on them but only so that only people of my bloodline can read the books. My family have been handling them for years with no problems. Do you think this is a protective curse?” Lionidis looks terrified as he asks this.