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His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the woods behind me as though he, too, could feel the weight of the forest pressing in. “What are you doing out here?” “Came to help,” I shrugged. “And also to return Lorcan home. There’s a bride scorching herself over his well-being.” Valen’s lips twisted into a tight smile before his face tensed, his head tilting as his eyes darted skyward. I expected him to launch into the air, but instead, he stood still, listening intently, his features sharpening with concentration. “Valen?” “Rhaenan is heading this way,” he said, his voice low, focused. “And he’s chasing something.” His gaze locked onto mine, and his next word sent a chill down my

one deity said. He saw Valkash flashing a devious smile. He drew near to him and whispered in his ears, " I told you she's mine," he said. Tyr felt his temper rage up with what he heard. That was a forbidden word. No one should be saying that to me! No one can touch it here! No one can take her away from me! No one! He thinks. So, he raised his hand, and his weapon appeared in his grip. It was a crescent glaive, huge and spewing icy blue or sometimes scarlet fire.

Roman looked at her and then at me, breaking himself from her embrace. "And so," he said, shocking everyone including the other ladies. "Cousin, it's me, Xylah," Xylah spoke, shocked at his words. "Xylah, I know, but she is my Luna and so she can bully anyone she wants, including you," he says, his eyes fixed on me.. "Beside, you called your queen my little mate, wasn't that disrespectful enough, who knows whether your action warranted her punishing you," he continued as Xylah stood shocked.

“You took Varek in his own dirt, they’re going to take revenge for that.” “Is he ambitious? Cautious? Does he eat dissent or feed it and call it unity? Where is he pulling from, core loyalists or opportunists who like a bonfire? If I throw your new Alpha a problem, does he chase it or delegate it?” “Why-” “Because I don’t kill men,” I say, leaning forward, “I kill habits. And I haven’t met his yet.” Loran licks his split lip. “He hates Vale the way a starving dog hates a butcher shop window. He says Eli is Redmaw’s prize. He says you stole their future.”

"Mom! Watch this!" I turned to the training circle just as a blur of golden light and shadow streaked across the grass. Valerian, now twelve and growing into his father’s broad-shouldered frame, lunged at his sparring partner. Unlike the other kids, Valerian’s shift was seamless, a terrifyingly beautiful blend of Fae agility and wolf power. He vaulted off a stone pillar, mid-air, and landed with the grace of a predator, his eyes glowing with a sharp, intelligent gold. He looked so much like Evan it made my breath hitch, but his temperament was all mine. Calculating, fierce, and extremely protective.

He said as he made a first, noticing all of his senses had been heightened. Zoranna walked over to him, licking her lips as she liked what she saw. "What are you?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up. Xolvion looked at the vampire, seeing every detail about her and not only on the outside, as he could now see or sense the magic that flowed inside of her body. "I am Xolvion Valous of the Valous kingdom. Rightful air to the throne." He said with pride. "The Valous kingdom... So your father is the demon lord... That explains a lot." She said with a smirk.

“Down in the living room.” We rush down the hallway and down the stairs, making our way into the living room. His screams have subsided somewhat, but he was still whimpering in pain. Alstin starts chanting in Elvish, asking the Goddess to help him and help Euan. His hands resting on Euan’s bare chest were glowing. This was elven healing magic that I hadn’t been able to tap into yet. “Someone is trying to break his mate bond.” Alstin whispers. All that could be heard in the living room were gasps, everyone knowing that it was impossible to break a mate bond without a formal rejection.

He squared Lucero up, there were roughly the same height with Lucero being an inch taller. “I'm Valerian.” It took just a moment for Lucero to recall where he heard that name from. His eyes flew to Auguste, filled with disbelief and betrayal. “What?!”

But who would dare call the attention of the King to that? Aldridge stood behind him, arms folded, while a few other top-ranking Lycanis and selected mere werewolf warriors sat scattered around. They had been invited by Aldridge to watch the fight. They were going to need it soon. Lucan was among them. It was finally time to start. Valen entered the arena slowly. His legs felt slightly unsteady, but he held his head high. His dark hair was tied back, his brows furrowed. The pain from earlier hadn’t completely faded, but the herb Lucan gave him dulled it just enough. Just enough to move and survive until he figured out what was going to happen next.

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