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We rotated through the wings on a weekly cycle, which meant that before I had grown comfortable in one, I was moved to the next. The Magic wing unsettled me the most. The women who kept it did not look at you directly when they spoke. They addressed the space just beyond your left shoulder, as if whatever stood behind you was more worthy of their attention. The air in that wing carried a metallic taste, like copper coins held too long in a closed fist, and the candles there burned without flickering regardless of whether a door was open. I did not ask questions in the Magic wing. I did not speak unless spoken to, and even then I kept my answers small.

I whispered. A blinding, white-hot stream of flame burst from my palm and burned straight through Glacier’s skull. The dark shadow that possessed him left his body with a bone-rattling scream and dissolved into nothingness. Glacier’s body collapsed onto me, his clothes and flesh burning, but I no longer felt anything. The fire that had driven me suddenly went out.

The spark shot through both of us, clean and undeniable. Her eyes flew to mine. This time, there was still a faint hint of confusion swirling around her eyes, like she couldn't believe the bond was real. And I wonder why. Don't she wants to have a mate. The witch screamed. The crimson flames recoiled violently as the golden pulse pushed outward from where I held her. The symbols beneath us cracked deeper, fractures racing outward in chaotic lines. “You were not supposed to touch her!” the witch shrieked, her form glitching, smoke unraveling from her limbs.

Then the ground tilted. The world spun. Fire. Faces. Sound. All mixed into a blur. Glacier saw it. Saw me losing balance. Saw my eyes fade. Before I could fall, he reached me in two long steps. I crashed into his chest. My hands grabbed his neck on instinct. My hot breath touched his face. "Glacier… kiss me… I’m burning." Silence hit. Then howls exploded around us. "Do it! Kiss her!" The pack shouted. Stomped the ground in rhythm.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

She held the thick metal handle of her large umbrella like a weapon, using her body weight to physically shield me from his reach. "She told you to let her go, Cassian!" Chloe shouted over the storm, her hazel eyes flashing with dangerous Gamma strength. "You are an Alpha heir, but you do not own the walkways of this school. Leave her alone before I call campus security!" "Get out of my way, Gamma," Cassian growled, his chest heaving as he glared down at Chloe. His Alpha aura flared, trying to push her back. But Chloe did not move an inch. She stood like a solid stone wall, keeping her umbrella firmly between us. "I am not moving. Touch her again, and I don't care who your father is, I will

The suns begin to separate from each other as the moons return to their orbits. Audun snatches Freya, the two flying through the air trading hits. Her ice was too powerful to be melted by even this monstrous fire-breathing dragon. I don't know how long we watch them, my eyes unable to look away. Ice and fire dance across the sky as silver and red fireworks sprinkle across the sky. Beauty always comes with destruction. There isn't an opening for anyone to attack, maybe Grayson? But he's too busy staring at the war waging in the skies. "We should help him," I drawl.

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//

They watched as she slumped down and the flames flared out of control. “I got the fire you grab the weres and get out of here,” Crystal ordered. Rook nodded, “If you aren’t behind me, I’m coming back for you.” He watched as she raised her arms and began to glow, her eyes had shifted to dragon eyes and the flames rushed towards her. Engulfing her in a ball of flames.

The man’s posture, the way he held himself—even in the fuzzy photo—screamed *Ray*. “What the hell…” Jerry muttered to himself, staring at the screen. He clicked on the image, zooming in and out, trying to get a clearer view, but the more he looked, the more certain he became. His brother was with a ghost. That had to be the only explanation. The infamous ‘Ice Queen’ had died—he was sure of it, well not that sure. Yet here she was, or at least someone who looked eerily like her, standing next to Ray.