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Important. I pointed dramatically upward. "There." Silence. Everyone looked. Then frowned. Because I was right. Again. Dangerous precedent. A small constellation shimmered near the edge of the Memory Sky. Silver-gold. Beautiful. Completely unfamiliar. Nobody recognized it. Which should have been impossible. Every constellation came from a story submitted to the Hall. Every constellation had records. Names. Origins. Connections. This one had nothing. The creator checked the archives. Twice. No match.

Juno asked. It does not matter! Venteri refused to speak, and a few hours later night fell, and Venteri watched the stars of the constellation intaglio, which is similar in shape to the constellation Sagittarius. "Juno, just imagine that a great day in their history is being celebrated on some planet, that a new being is being born on some planet that will make a brilliant discovery, that now on some planet loving beings are embracing each other on the ocean shore," Venteri said enviously.

he asked, still laughing. Lycidas's face heated up again. He shrugged. "So, anyway, Alpha Gonzalo tried to stop me, but I didn't agree —" "You have always been hot-headed," Alpha Fenrir quipped, chuckling. "But just a few days after I set off, Alpha Gonzalo heard that Alpha Hazel, the newly crowned alpha of the Blood Moon pack, had just been sent after me. Blood Moon pack had just come under the control of the Silver Hands, and Aloha Gonzalo knew the new alpha king would be eager to prove himself,"

The Scarred Plains stretched before them, a vast expanse of blasted terrain where ancient battles had rendered soil permanently infertile. Nothing grew here except memories of violence, the ground itself bearing witness to conflicts forgotten by all except the land. Jagged rock formations rose like broken bones from cracked earth, their shadows lengthening as the sun began its descent toward horizon. "The celestial alignment begins tonight," Serena observed, her violet eyes tracking the sky where daylight still concealed celestial movements. "The Blood Moon will rise at midnight, directly above the capital."

“Yes.” “Why?” “Because you should not exist,” he said simply. Her jaw tightened—but she didn’t recoil. “Explain.” Caelen’s gaze sharpened, something like respect flickering there. “You are a convergence of forces that were never meant to align within one vessel. Bloodlines. Bonds. Power restrained by love instead of domination.” He took a step closer. The wards hummed faintly but did not resist him. “That has happened before,” Amelia said quietly. “Yes,” he agreed. “And it always ended in ruin.”

Before I could leave, he held my hand, looking at me with affection. "Destiny, wait," he called out. "I'm sorry for being a jerk. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you because I want to protect you. What happened to June and Nixton made me scared of losing someone I love deeply. I want to be strong enough to shield you from Lucifer," Kelvin apologized, his eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and concern.

"Name it. Whatever it is, I'm with you." 7:00 p.m., Eclipse Hotel banquet hall. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead like frozen constellations. Soft music drifted through the air. The room was thick with the pheromones of powerful Alphas—ambition, dominance, legacy, possession—like a silent hunt unfolding beneath the surface. I stood in a corner, idly swirling a glass of red wine, waiting for the "show" to begin. Tonight's charity gala, hosted by Lyra, had drawn nearly half the city's Alpha families—especially the Harper family of the Northfall Pack, who had come in force.

His expression dropped all its usual defenses; he probably didn’t realize she could see how open he looked—almost hungry for something he was scared to want. “What did you feel?” he asked. “Like I’ve always been on fire,” she said. “And I finally stopped pretending I wasn’t.” He turned his face away, silent for a few heartbeats. “There’s a cultivation path,” he said, gentle and careful. “Primordial Void Cultivation. It doesn’t use a spiritual root the way most do—it uses the heart, almost literally. All your feelings—grief, love, rage—fuel it. People stopped practicing it. Too dangerous, too unstable. Most cultivators care more about power than about feeling human.”

And the unbearable passion as his wolf instinct sought healing through union. “So…” Rakar’s voice was choked. “This is my fault? And the water’s fault?” “A deadly combination,” Eldric concluded. “Alpha seed meeting a womb purified by lunar energy. The result is Ardan. The Heir of the Moon Blood.” Revira covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were teary. “So all this… because I drank some random water?” she whispered, tears falling onto her cheeks. “My son is sick, hunted, suffering… because I was thirsty that night?”

The air hadn’t finished settling from Lyris’s last whispered prophecy when the world buckled again beneath my feet. Auren lunged for me first—instinct, need, desperation—but the ground split open between us like a living scar. A column of pale fire erupted upward, a jagged pillar of god-light that carved the battlefield into two impossible halves. Heat slammed into me. Sound vanished. And for a breathless second, everything froze—the world holding itself taut as if afraid to move.