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Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

Appreciative of the warmth the coarse brown cloak provided, Selene pulled it tighter around herself. Although the Moonfire mark that had previously appeared on her wrist had vanished, her skin was no longer cold. In the hopes of catching a glimpse of it, she glanced down at her wrist once more, but nothing was there. Did she dream of it? No. She saw it, felt the burn, and was marked by it. She had sensed its odd energy. It seemed as though it had never been there. Her mind was racing as she swallowed hard. She caught the attention of the lively inquisitive girl who was walking next to her. “So what were you doing in Silverwood Forest?” she asked.

With warning. I reached out— And fire shot through my fingers. Not pain. Power. The chains recoiled at my touch, but they did not break. They hissed. They burned. They writhed. But they held. I screamed. Not in fear. In fury. I threw my fire at them, wave after wave. I screamed until my voice was hoarse. Until light poured from my chest. Until I was no longer girl, nor soldier, nor dreamer, but a living star.

Firestarter and firefighter. And of course… “He didn’t die like a king. He ended like fire does, quiet, when the world no longer needed heat.” Those words came to me during a blackout. Literally. No power. Just me, a candle, and the hum of loss in the air. ~~~~~ WHY I WROTE THIS Because I was a little tired of mafia stories that glorified cruelty but skipped the cost. Because I wanted a heroine who was never just in love, never just cold, never just strong. I wanted someone who could burn a room down at noon and tuck a child in by midnight.

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Another round of laughter rumbles from my chest and fire shoots from my mouth. I'm still unused to the ability to make fire and actually have a little trouble controlling it. This wouldn't be so bad if I could forget the agony to my flesh caused by fire. My transcendence to dragon magically repaired the damage caused by the flame. It did not remove the memory. I'm still furious at Sarn. Not because of what he did to me, I know it was an accident, but because of his rough handling of Ashrac. We haven't seen Sarn in six months. He's not at his lair and I'm not sure if he will return until it's time to choose a bride.

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He unwrapped it slowly, then placed it in her hands. A necklace. Simple, but beautiful. A tiny charm shaped like a flame hung from the center, made from some kind of glowing amber. The moment her fingers closed around it, she felt it—warmth. A pulse. Like it was alive. “It belonged to the last Fireborn,” he said. “She didn’t survive the war that came.” Evelynn looked at him sharply. “What war?” “The kind that hides in shadows,” Aiden said. “Not with armies or flags. With whispers. With blood. And with monsters.”

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?