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Jordan Three weeks. Three weeks since, we had seen a glimpse of Ember's beautiful face. She told us in our link not to come for her, or she would pay the price. Of course, being her mates, we attempted to come for her, but were blocked off by hundreds of Wars soldiers blocking the border. We could have killed our way through them easily, but not at the risk of Ember getting hurt again. We lost communication with her right as she said he was putting the bracelet back on her. The blue moon was less than seventy-two hours away.

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

Esmeralda threw off the blazer that had been covering her head and arms, then scrambled to get off Austin to rush back into the room. Austin instantly understood what had happened while his attention was elsewhere. He gritted his teeth and held Esmeralda back by her arm. "Your parents threw out here for a reason. Why're you going back in?" "They're still there! I have to get them out!" He saw his young self in her. "They're gone! They're buried in burning rubble!" Smoke started to fill the entire floor. The fire was spreading. More ominous cracks and creaks warned everyone of the imminent danger.

Rhett coughed out. Aislen shook her head and jumped to grasp the top of the wall and pull herself up. The bricks were warm under her skin, almost enough to burn. Within the courtyard, there was a scorch mark radiating out from a central point, where Ember stood utterly naked, wings spread. The wings were not wings as Samuel’s were, like those of a bat covered in black membrane, rather Ember’s wings were those of fire, the flickering flame generating enough heat to lift the ends of her long red hair.

Raised her hands. “Just you and me. No blades. No fire. No Rafael. No ghosts. Just us.” Lucien hissed under his breath. “Ember, no ” Beta didn’t blink. “You’re not ready.” “I’ve been ready since I was a child strapped to a chair,” Ember said. “You were his backup. But I was the original.” Boom. A ceiling beam cracked and dropped behind them raining sparks. The system timer flashed: 07:21 – CORE DETONATION IMMINENT

The Witch tried to contain it, but the fire turned white, pure, unstoppable. I ran to her. The air seared my skin, but I didn’t care. I caught Ember as the circle exploded, pulling her into my arms again. She was shaking, eyes glowing gold. “I can hold her,” she whispered. “But not for long.” I held her tighter. “Then I’ll hold you until you can’t.” She looked up at me, tears cutting through the ash on her cheeks. “Zane…” Her voice broke. “If this fire kills me—”

“I figured as much.” I turned away, motioning for him to follow. “Come on, then. Let’s see how well you play with cursed people.” And for the first time in a long while, I felt like we might have a shot at surviving this. If only because we’d just added one more weapon to the war. I found Ember where I always did lately, leaning against the cracked edge of the fountain, bathed in firelight. The light didn’t come from her. It came from the horizon. Another blaze in the lower district. The fourth one in as many nights.

she vowed. Together, they watched the last flickers die—not in darkness, but in the promise of dawn yet to come Epilogue The Ember That Remains The embers pulsed low in the ceremonial brazier, casting soft golden light across the stone walls of the newly built Ember Hall. Around them, shelves filled with reclaimed manuscripts and recovered sigils whispered of ancient wisdom not hoarded, but shared. A circle of chairs stood unoccupied for now, waiting not for secrecy, but for seekers.

Lilian, Age 20 It was pouring thunderstorm, the flash of lightning and thunder raging mad in the night sky. I was waiting for Janet and David to come home. I had a bad feeling about them going out tonight. I already told them to skip the event, but Janet said that they couldn't cancel. With the thunderstorms, many of the guests wouldn't show either, so they needed to fill out the seats. It was for a good cause Janet reminded me. I sighed as I let them go.

CHAPTER ONE Ember Valen was famous for two things: Her wildfire spirit And her endless scandals. She was a storm in human form. She had cliff-dived off Amalfi’s highest rocks, raced stolen sports cars through neon Hong Kong nights, danced until dawn in Berlin’s rooftop clubs, and changed boyfriends as easily as changing outfits. If there was a wild thing to do, she had done it. Which was exactly why everyone was shocked when her family announced an arranged marriage between her…