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I nod and pick up The Chronicles of Narnia. “Great choice—that’s one of my favorites,” Ethan says, winking as he leans back against the couch, completely at ease. I get lost in the story, the words pulling me in, until soft snores make me realize Ethan has dozed off beside me. I shake my head with a quiet laugh, set the book aside, and drape a blanket over him. I can’t help but smile, making sure he’s comfortable… until my wolf butts in, whispering, “I wish Ethan could’ve been our fated mate...”

Only one born of royal blood could pass unscathed, or so the tradition claimed. Cyrion Duskbane watched her from the shadows of the hall, his expression unreadable. He too was heir, though of a kingdom long fallen to ruin. Was it sympathy in his gaze, or calculation? Serenya could not tell. A horn sounded. Serenya lowered her cloak. Her feet met the cool stone floor, a cruel contrast to what awaited. She reached for the silver chalice resting on the altar, its rim etched with ancient runes. Light shimmered through its surface as if starlight itself had been caught within.

It was the neatness expected of a Gamma. The Bestiary of the Forgotten. Chronicles of Wardcraft. A Border Security Ledger and Heraldry of Old Lines. All of these were insanely difficult for me to read, and there was no way that I could do it alone, but Nolan was a patient teacher, and he explained things clearly, which made it easier for me. He glanced up the second that I stepped inside, and the corners of his mouth tilted upwards slightly.. “You’re late,” he said, but the way he said it softened everything inside it.

“It’s like the temple itself is watching us.” Bram rolled his shoulders. “Then let it watch. We don’t have time to be scared of walls.” They walked in tense silence until the passage opened into another chamber, this one vast and lined with towering obelisks. At its center stood a pedestal, atop which lay a worn book bound in deep blue leather. The air around it shimmered, as if resisting their presence. Elior approached cautiously. “The First King’s records.” Rael furrowed his brow. “He knew about the chains. Maybe he knew what breaking them would do.”

I chant. Walking around the map, trying to see if I will get a signal pull from my crystal to lead me to her but nothing happens even after chanting for almost an hour, eventually I give up and close the sky roof then reopen the curtains, I put my items away and leave the Reading Room, I was on my way to the Throne Room when Gyahan comes running.

This one's armor was decorated with silver vines. It knelt before Beauty. Then extended both hands. Resting across its palms... Was a weathered leather-bound book. Aldric's eyes widened. "The Royal Chronicle." "I thought it was lost." The guardian spoke. Its ancient voice echoed through the cavern. "The Queen must know the truth." Beauty carefully accepted the book. The leather was warm. Almost alive. When she opened the first page... Words began writing themselves across the parchment. Not ink. Silver light. The first sentence appeared.

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

The chamber was surrounded by rising bookshelves that were filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. It smelled like old paper left out to rot in all the corners of the world for a hundred years; air that was so thick and musty with tales untold, you could fill balloons with it. "By the goddess," I answered in a hushed voice, "where are we?" Ria's joyful voice rang in Luna's head, 'Looks like we just struck gold, Luna' "The Complete Chronicles of the First Pack," I read aloud. "The Lunar Prophecies. Bloodlines of the Ancient Alphas." My heart raced with each new discovery.

Kaelor lean over her shoulder, his eyes tracking the ancient symbols that were suddenly glowing with a soft, liquid silver light as she turned the pages. ​"It’s a chronicle," Seraphina rasped, her eyes wide as the knowledge flooded her consciousness, her sapphire-silver irises swirling with a sudden, intense depth. "The Seven Kingdoms... the history we were taught in the schools... it's a lie, Kaelor. All of it."

"You've fulfilled your end of the bargain. Now we fulfill ours." Triarch Vex produces a leather-bound tome from beneath his robes—ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the cover etched with symbols that hurt to look at directly. "This," he says, "is the Chronicle of the Deep. It contains everything we know about the Core Sea and those who've attempted to reach its depths. Most importantly, it contains the ritual words necessary to approach Arkenox without being unmade." Kael takes the book reverently. "How many have succeeded?"