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My heart dropped. “What am I?” I whispered. He stepped close enough that I felt his warmth in the cold night air. His golden eyes locked onto mine, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with a truth I felt in my bones. “You are one of us, Aria. A wolf born in human skin. Your true nature lives in your blood. And tonight is the night it begins to rise.” The world seemed to stop around me. My throat tightened, my breath caught, and the burning heat inside me surged so powerfully I nearly collapsed.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

He stopped, looking at me. "Only what?" "Only hybrid blood. Pure hybrid blood, freely given. But Lena, if you do this—if you share your blood—it will bond you to her. Permanently. Like a sister, but deeper. She'll be connected to you forever." I looked at the girl—Aria, terrified and dying, alone in a world that wanted her dead. She was me, six months ago. She was every hybrid who'd ever been hunted. "Do it," I said.

She thought she was numb, but that specific rejection still found a way to twist the knife. "It was always Sienna," Jaxon continued, a cruel smile stretching his lips. He reached back, pulling a smug, smirking woman from the shadows. "We are officially mated now. And she’s already carrying my pup. A real heir. Not a broken hybrid." The final fracture in Aria's heart didn't make a sound. It was a silent, internal shattering. Her entire past, every touch, every promise, every shared dream–it was all a calculated lie. A script written by monsters to keep her compliant until the slaughter. Sienna leaned in close, her breath smelling of expensive mints and rot. Her eyes gleamed with pure malice.

King Ryker's POV Hela moved closer to where I held Aria against my chest with her white eyes somehow seeing more than any normal gaze ever could. She circled us slowly like she was examining something in a museum instead of a person, humming occasionally in what sounded like satisfaction mixed with concern. "Remarkable," she murmured while reaching out to touch Aria's shoulder where silver fur had been moments before. "I'd read the histories but seeing a Spirit Wolf in person makes those dusty texts seem inadequate."

Dominic: The sun had just begun to slip through the balcony curtains when I finished shaving. The light cut across the room in soft gold, landing on the edge of the bed where Aria still sat, half lost in thought, her hair falling in lazy waves around her shoulders. She was reading the book that I gave her, only this time, she wasn’t reading it aloud. She didn’t need to. I already memorized half the words in this book, and the other half could easily be in my memory if I wanted it to be.

Dark Encounter Aria's POV I snuck quietly past the off-limits wing of the house, my chest pounding with anticipation inside. I had to find out what they were conspiring behind doors. "I must spy on their conspiracy," I muttered to myself as I snuck past the dark passageway. I crawled silently but hastened and breathed quietly. I came to a halt at one that was a bit ajar and pushed down on the gap. I could hear them arguing from inside. "We can't give in to the curse anymore," one of them said quietly. "Our love for Alex has blinded us. Something needs to be done."

He said loud enough for Aria to hear. She frowned, taking her headset off her head. “They don’t have the smell of books. And the cursive of words I can run my hands through.” “I’m sure you can run your hands through your screen,” he said, and Aria frowned even more. “Phones can't be compared to books,” she argued, and he smiled, obviously enjoying the little banter. “Why don’t you use your books to take calls and texts from your friends?” Right before his eyes, Aria became smaller, and he wished he could take his words back. He saw her wipe her eyes under the pretext of adjusting the glasses she had on. She cleared her throat as she looked back at him.

How Aria Simmons had made it grand. The Hollow’s library stood tall now—three floors of brick, light, and stories. Conference rooms named after local legends. Reading nooks tucked into bay windows. Glass that stretched from floor to ceiling, pouring golden sun across rows and rows of books. No one forgot who made it possible. Aria. Ten years ago, she’d walked into Mrs. Langley’s cramped bookshop with holes in the walls and shelves sagging under the weight of secondhand paperbacks. “I finished every book on the young adult shelf,” she said, eyes wide and voice soft.

CHAPTER 6 Lexi's POV “¡Mira esto, Lexi! (Look at this, Lexi!) You’re practically royalty now,” Aria said between bursts of laughter, nearly dropping her phone. “Mystery Latina Beauty Tames the Billionaire Ice," she read aloud dramatically. “Dios mío (oh my God), I can’t breathe!” “Nope. No. I’m not doing this,” I said, sipping some coffee. “Wait, wait—listen to this one!” Aria said through her giggles. “‘The billionaire bachelor has been hiding a spicy romance? And she’s not from the Upper East Side, folks!’ Girl, they think you’re exotic!”