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I said. "Eritas humbre!" they screamed in unison. My body quickly caught fire, and my skin burnt ghastly. I screamed in pain as I felt my veins burn up drastically. They both smiled at me and walked away, leaving me to burn in the parking lot. The pain lasted for two minutes, and then everything went black. •••

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

“Fires don’t just start out of the blue on a random night like this.” “Then we will let the good police handle the issue later,” I reply dryly and get on the horse. Juan doesn’t reply to that as he follows me on his own horse, both of us riding in silence to the sight of the fire. There is not much to say anyway. Our enemy has a name and it’s up to a random girl to keep that enemy away until I find a way to get rid of her. Of course, she needs to come here first for me to do that. The old anger starts creeping up in my veins again and I spit on the ground, trying to focus on what’s in front of me. One battle at a time, I remind myself. One battle at a time.

The chamber reeked of smoke and iron, the mingled scents of fire and blood clinging stubbornly to the air. Freya’s skin was ghostly pale in the wavering candlelight, her silver-ash hair clinging damply to her cheek where sweat and tears had blurred together. The wound in her arm bled sluggishly beneath Ragnar’s touch, though it was shallow. Still, the sight of her blood-stained against his hands awoke something dark and savage in him, a hunger for destruction, for vengeance, for war.

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”

I'll kill anyone be it my loved ones who dare to pacify me. "Alpha Rosalva, "She tried o call calmly. "Arrg..." I roared, with fire pouring out of my mouth like an enraged dragon. "Mercy," She spouted out of breath. "Mercy, alpha." She begged for her life. In my courtroom, fires were burning everywhere. In a twinkle, of an eye, I varnished into a thin air. My wolf was driving me crazy. We were running on the hard earth with our paws digging into the loamy soil.

I moved like Dad taught me (salt, silver, fire, repeat). Shotgun butt to a jaw, stake through a ribcage, holy water grenade that turned three vamps into screaming torches. But there were too many. One got behind me. Cold fingers closed around my throat. “Sweet blood,” it hissed. “Smells like—” It never finished. Because the girl on the altar screamed through the tape, and the black blood in the bowl ignited. Green fire (impossible, wrong) roared up the chains, into her arms, into the air like dragon wings made of flame.

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Leofric's POV Fire lives under my skin. Not the gentle warmth of life, but the kind that claws its way out, ripping muscle from memory, bone from shadow. Breath burns in my chest as though every inhale is rebellion against the grave I just crawled out of. I taste iron. Dirt. The silence after a scream. And then her.

Blood dripped from my palm, thick, crimson, glistening in the pale moonlight. And then, just like the goddess said, I felt it, heat curling from deep within my veins. My blood began to glow, faintly at first, then brighter. The drops that fell to the ground sizzled, tiny sparks igniting in the dirt. The rogue's eyes widened. "What are you—" I clenched my fist. The blood ignited, a flame bursting to life in my hand, red and gold, wild and alive. "I told you," I said, my voice steady, my fear burned away by fire. "You don't know anything about me."