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Then I turned to the boat. Kai was at the helm. Wren sat at the bow. Miro was already in the water, waiting. "Ready?" Kai asked. "No." He started the engine. --- The journey to Haven took two days. The sea was rough. Waves crashed over the bow. Wren got sick twice. Miro swam deeper to avoid the currents. I sat in the back, holding the fragment. It was hotter now. The red veins glowed even in daylight. On the second night, I felt something.

If you’re angry, I understand. If you’re already thinking about Book Two—good. Because while Adrian and Isora’s journey has reached its end, their legacy has only just begun. There is still another story waiting to be told. A story born from everything they fought for. A story carried in the blood of a child who has yet to understand the weight of the name he carries. And trust me… His story will be worth the wait. But that’s a story for another time. For now—sleep well, my dark little wolves.

It folded. The longhouse, the bronze trees, the rusted Enforcers, and the white river were sucked into the center of the leather book like a silk sheet being pulled through a ring. For a fraction of a second, Xander and I were the only things left standing in a void of perfect, silent black—our hands locked together, our hearts the only two metrics remaining in the unwritten space. The New Mooring The chapter concluded with the sound of wood groaning against a heavy tide.

‘Please, you need to leave’ She repeated. ‘Whats going on?’ Jemma suddenly appeared but as soon as she saw what was unfolding, he grabbed my arm and pulled me kicking and screaming from the room, I just kept repeating that I couldn’t leave him, that I wasn’t going to, but it was no use. No one was listening to me… ******************************************************* The next chapter is the final!!!!!!!

More, and more. End of Book 1

The eldest among them spoke, "Luna, Alpha Burst, include these stories in the next chapters. Let the pack know of the challenges faced and overcome. It is through understanding our past that we pave the way for a harmonious future." Luna and Alpha Burst, expressing their gratitude, took leave from the elders' palace. As they returned to the sacred tree, Luna spoke to Alpha Burst, "The elders' insights will add depth to the Book of Luna. Let us write of our triumphs and tribulations, creating a narrative that resonates through time." Underneath the sacred tree, surrounded by the enchanted aura of Nampa, Luna and Alpha Burst continued their task. The Book of Luna expanded with each stroke of t

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.

And the song in my mind resounds one last time. "If I die young, Cover me with satin, Lay me on a bed of roses, Sink me in the river at dawn" ___________ Note: Short cap, but here we finish the first book! Who there cried? I cried a lot writing these last two chapters! This farewell to Hope broke me a little. The story continues in Book 2, it will take place two years after the events of this book! Did anyone there already figure out that the Titans were the enemies? What are your theories for the next book?

I hope you all will enjoy book two. Don't forget to add my books to your library. BOOK TWO: RETURN OF THE BANISHED ALPHA KING. PROLOGUE WILL BE RELEASED NEXT CHAPTER. BJ

Chapter 142 is not a continuation of the flight—it is the setting of the stone. ​I lifted the pen, watching the deep blue ink absorb into the warm fiber, drying almost instantly in the noon heat. I closed the palm-frond ledger with a soft, dry clack, tying the tarred twine cord around the bundle to seal it. ​Julian turned his head, looking back at me from the end of the pier, his eyes bright and clear in the sunlight. Yusuf opened his eyes, offering a peaceful, knowing nod from the shade of the iroko tree. Ibrahim stood tall against the glittering expanse of the gulf, his staff planted firm in the pier.