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Isaiah asks like he's trying to figure out a plausible explanation. "My father was an Alpha. His name was Hector and until recently I thought I lived in a normal human village" I say annoyed at how little I knew about myself. "Hector" Isaiah says thinking "I've never heard of an Alpha Hector" he adds. "You wouldn't have. No one knew about the pack. They all take wolfsbane and live as humans. They don't attend any gatherings" Hunter says. "Why?" Isaiah says dumbfounded. "It was to protect me" I say quietly.

They barely knew each other, but he never wanted to be separated from her. They stepped into his room, the door closing softly behind them. Shaun watched his mate glide around his almost bare room, looking around. Her eyes stopped on two large drawings on the wall. Both were cities from a view that encompassed the entire city. The first one was the Nightstar Pack. The other was a city in snow-capped mountains. She looked at him, questioning him with her eyes. “It’s the two places I can call home. I drew the first view I had of Nightstar; the other is the last view I had of my original home.” “You drew them?”

The Pillars of Unity, with their ancient aura, became the headquarters for the Keepers, a meeting place where theories were exchanged and investigations planned. Theron and Callisthenes, intrigued by the unfolding mysteries, supported the Keepers in their quest for understanding. The elder statesmen, drawn out of retirement once again, shared their insights into the empire's ancient prophecies and legends that hinted at an otherworldly force awakening in times of great change.

How to ensure no story depended on only one person remembering. The Keeper looked toward the sleeping city. The city beyond the river. Filled with ordinary people. Dreamers who did not know they were Dreamers. People who shared stories every day. People who carried memories for one another. People who kept the dead alive through remembrance. The Keeper's silver eyes brightened. The answer was always there. Ama followed its gaze. Toward the city. Toward humanity. Toward countless lives intertwined. “Not one Dreamer.” The Keeper nodded.

“They burned down ancient libraries, hunted and killed historians like dogs in the street. They slaughtered entire bloodlines that refused to give in to their barbaric ways. “And that is why we sought refuge here.” This time, it's the Keeper that speaks. “We became the last place where the original history still survives.” "So this place…” I look around the chamber, seeing it with a different perspective now that I know a part of its past. "...was built to protect that memory?” The Keeper offers a quiet paper-thin smile…one that does not quite reach the heavy shadows lurking beneath her gaze. “When the First Kingdom fell, a handful of its guardians fled and escaped into these mountains. Whil

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

Elara looked at the dark horizon, where the blinking silver light of Julian was the only star in the sky. "The Architects in the Apex told us they were the last ones," Elara said. "But Daxos just told us there are other cities. If they have resources... if they have food..." "Then the 'Long Walk' isn't over," Kael finished. "No," Elara said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "We’re just getting started on the second period." The water is flowing, and the Feral Six have earned the respect of the Scavengers. But the discovery of "Other Cities" changes the game. Are they survivors like the Remnant, or are they the failed experiments of the Architects who have turned into something far more dang

These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable. Those rescued by official organizations could be adopted for free, while unclaimed beastkin were disposed of humanely. "If you're regretting it, I know where he lives," came a deep voice from behind me. I gasped, frantically dimming my phone screen before turning to meet Clayton's dull eyes. He lowered his gaze, avoiding my eyes. "But he's part of an organization, so he probably won't be willing to give you your money back. While he's alone, I might be able to—"

"It's not his. It never was. It's theirs. He's been drawing on it since he put them under." "If the bond breaks," Alec said. "The working collapses. The borrowed time ends." Godric looked at the room. "He doesn't just weaken. He catches up to a hundred and fifty years of decay simultaneously." Soren leaned forward. "All at once." "All at once," Godric said. The room sat with that. "We need someone who's been inside that compound," Fallen said. "The layout. The numbers. Guard rotations." She was already half standing, her coat in her hand. "The rogues we've taken — I'll start tonight."

Five years had passed since the new balance was forged, and the world had changed. The valley at the foot of the Sunstone Mountains had grown into a thriving city—Balance’s Rest—where humans, former primal warriors, and light guardians lived together in peace. Four massive towers stood at the city’s corners, each one channeling power from the four pillars of the Well of Origins, strengthening the barrier that held back the void and the trapped gods.