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Their eyes were the same—golden, ancient, and as if bowing to blood older than their own. They bowed their heads and howled loudly. The long howl broke and echoed, making my heart tremble to the bone. Father stood tall with pride. And I could see that Alpha George was staring at me without looking away for even a second. The elder continued. "The heir of Carpathian will light the Fire of Lineage." I blinked rapidly, not understanding. "What fire?" Alpha George approached, his voice low and warm. "A fire that only burns if your blood is pure. If you are not the heir, then the fire will consume you."

A soft sweet wind began to blow, carrying with it a strange, melodic whisper, as if the very world was speaking in a language I couldn’t understand. And then, finally, the figure spoke again. “standing before you is the Keeper of the Flame freya, and you are the heir o the flame.” Amazing and confused. The words hit me like a punch. Heir? “how? I don't understand . what do you mean?” I asked. my voice growing weak. “What is this flame? What are you talking about?”

They looked like flickering candles in a dark hallway. "The russet one is particularly stubborn," the Heir whispered inside her mind. "He carries the heaviest fire. He will be the first to be liberated." Rhea tried to scream, to reach out from the tiny, dark corner of her soul where she was still hiding, but the Heir’s grip was absolute. She was a passenger in her own body, watching through a violet veil as her arm rose with a terrifying grace. "Blaze! Get back!" Ash yelled, sensing the shift in the air.

The mate he had asked to wait while another carried his “heir.” The one he thought had nowhere to go— was the lost princess of the Blackwood line. My mother reached me first, her hands coming to my face with shaking tenderness, as though she still needed to reassure herself I was truly there. Then my father stopped in front of me. For one brief second, his expression changed. The Wolf King vanished, and only a father remained. He took the cloak one of the guards handed him and draped it over my shoulders himself, slow and careful, shielding me from the cold night air and from every pair of eyes still fixed on me.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

Both reflecting the Crownfire. Silence filled the chamber. Then someone started clapping. Seraphine. "Magnificent. Even more perfect than I imagined." "What is this?" Lyra asked. Her voice sounded different. "Your birthright. The Crownfire appears only for true heirs. Those meant to rule multiple realms." Seraphine circled the circle. "Your mother could never manifest one. Neither could your grandmother. But you, with your perfect bloodline merger, you're the first in eight generations to awaken it."

The girl stood beside the hunter like a statue, silver rings circling her irises, her once-bright voice stolen, her soul somewhere else. Seraphine stepped forward, hand trembling, lips dry. “Kaela…?” The girl didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Only whispered, in a voice not her own: “Heir of flame. Daughter of Elira. You were warned.” The hunter stood behind her, arms crossed, emotionless. “We wanted to show you what happens when you love something more than your cause.” Seraphine’s flame flared — but dimly. Not because it was weak. Because she was shaking too hard to focus.

Killian looked at her and whispered, “Selene, I will never let you go. I will never let any harm come to you, even if it means giving up my life!” … Deep in the woods, in an abandoned territory, a rogue priestess reported back, “The flameborn has awakened, and she bears the heir of light!” Clack!

“And I won’t ask to belong anymore.” Heat rose in my chest—gold and wild, like fire made of memory. “I was never your curse.” I pressed a hand to the stone beneath my feet. My palm burned golden. “I was your consequence.” The energy within me swelled. Stars flickered behind my eyes, not from exhaustion—but power. Bloodline-deep, womb-born, buried and unburied in a single breath. I opened my eyes. And in the hush of the clearing, I whispered: “I’m not the Heir-Eater.”