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In addition , Altair is now in the place where the source of the hard rock came from but, even so, Altair is also not aware of the location of the mine or the source belonging to the Bedros family. Altair arrived at another mansion, where it stood on the edge of a ravine. Under the ravine there is a waterfall source where the waterfall emits very hot water so that when the water falls down you can see a puff of smoke and a rainbow gushing out. The knights were also training down there, most of them shirtless with bare chests and pants. They practice attacking each other in pairs or groups. Seen several other knights sitting cross-legged on the rock with the hot waterfall rained down. Their f

My wolf screamed with me. Then something tore free from the Hollow King's chest. A white flame. It flew across the lake and slammed into me. I fell. My entire body burned. Memories flooded through my mind. My first howl. My mother's tears. The snowstorm. Alexander. Leo. Every moment of pain. Every moment of survival. Then my wolf whispered: I'm whole. I opened my eyes. The Hollow King was on his knees. The blackness around him was fading. "No."

Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized. "You should answer when an Alpha asks you," reprimanded Rutherford, and I sighed. "So, she's Luna?" I said, pointing to the annoying girl who was staring at me with disgust. "Prospective Luna," Rutherford corrected, while Ikaros answered with a short 'yes.' "I understand now," I said coldly. So, this guy touched me just for his own pleasure, because he already had that snobbish woman as his partner. "Do you want some bread, perhaps? You look really pale and unhealthy," Rutherford said, ignoring the cold tone in my voice.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

I blew a long breath and threw an arm up. The surging waters poured across the Training Gardens in a rushing river. The water circled the knight’s face like a twining serpent he couldn’t escape. Making his step slow and his sword fall as he fought against its suffocating grip. Water. I can control water. What I could’ve done if I’d known that when Hawk came to me as a water serpent... ***

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Cole smooths his hand over the title page where my name is printed in bold. He looks up at me, smiling faintly. “There’s no title.” “I have no space in my brain to name it. Not yet. But it’s not just about the war last year. It’s about–about everything–everything from the beginning. What Aviva now remembers about the fall of the Firestone witches, how the kings came into power, the veil, how the Goddess played into the use of the water to bring the magic into Maatua so someone could find it again and harness it to help Eastonia. Then, of course, the war. Our story. Stories of the warriors and the families they had to leave behind. The order members who got trapped by Richard’s magic–” I suck

My mother lifted her head with effort, eyes burning with urgency. Her lips formed a single word. CUT. My breath hitched. The Hollow King’s gaze sharpened. “Careful,” he warned quietly. “She still thinks she can write your story.” My copy laughed softly. “She thinks she can save you by breaking you.” I looked at my wrist mark—burning, pulsing, alive. I looked at Dax—half him, half overwritten law—being used as a lever to move me. I looked at Kieran—infected, smiling, the mate bond pulling like a chain into my ribs.

“…just not in this life.” A deep crack echoed through the clearing. The silver circle split open. Stone stairs emerged from beneath the earth, descending into darkness untouched by time. A warm current of air drifted upward. It carried the scent of cedar. Wildflowers. Rain. Home. The Warden stepped aside. “The Hollow recognizes its blood.” He looked at me. “The Queen must decide.” Killian immediately moved beside me. “You think I’m letting you walk into a place none of us understands alone?” A faint smile touched my lips despite everything.

To save their plague-stricken region, they offered hundreds of crates of supplies and 300 trained warriors each year in exchange for the epidemic antidote I had created. "Healer Megan, tomorrow the North Kingdom's Alpha King will arrive with their council. I will announce at the handover ceremony that I will take you as my mate. Jerry will also officially become my son under the witness of the pack elders and the Moon Goddess," Milo informed me. He gently held me in his arms, and I felt my heart overflow with his love. … The next day, Milo, Jerry, and I had just arrived at the site where the handover ceremony would take place when a familiar voice called out through the wind.