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Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

Pelin’s POV The phone slid from my numb fingers, landing on the leather seat of the Karga’s white Toyota with a dull thud. The words Kayhan had just spoken were still vibrating in the air, making my heart sink. Ifrit fire. I knew that name. I had seen it in the margins of forbidden texts, written in ink that looked like dried blood. It wasn’t just a normal fire, more like ancient Greek fire, almost impossible to extinguish. A sob escaped my throat, raw and uncontrollable, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.

I was in the study handling business when my assistant handed me a photograph. In it, Henry’s mangled, bloody face stared up from a New York street, his eyes wide open in death, grotesquely lit by a streetlamp. Looking at the photo, I felt nothing. To me now, he was nothing. Less than nothing. I casually tossed the photo into the roaring fire in the hearth beside me. I rose and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside lay the vast Vitiello estate, and beyond it, my own new empire, just beginning to rise.

“The sickness, it’s spreading East now. Even unmated girls. Some say it starts when they dream of silver fire.” Silver fire. I turned toward Lyra’s window across the courtyard. A faint light pulsed behind her curtains, like a heartbeat. The realization struck hard enough to steal my breath: whatever was happening to her…it wasn’t stopping. It was spreading. And the moon above us—our goddess, our oldest secret—was no longer watching. She was waking, and the world was already beginning to break.

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?"

Hell never stayed the same long enough to get bored. Which was good. Kaelith hated being bored. The ground beneath him cracked open again with a loud, satisfying snap, spilling molten fire upward like it had something to prove. A creature with too many limbs crawled out of it, shrieking like it had just discovered existence and already regretted it. Kaelith glanced at it. “Yeah, same,” he muttered. The creature lunged at him. He did not move at first. He let it get close. Very close. Close enough that it thought it had a chance.

It was like fireworks went off, and I couldn't help but get swept away in the wave of passion. McKenzie groaned deeply as she practically sucked on my tongue. Her fingers slipped out of my hair and let go of my neck before her hands trailed across my skin with a feather-light touch that made my entire body ache for more and settled them behind my thighs before she easily hoisted me up, causing my legs to instinctively wrap around her waist. My arms found their place around her neck, pulling her even closer, as if wanting to merge into her entirely---and god, I really did. Her strong hands cupped my butt cheeks, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as she squeezed them, sending shivers of pleas

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

They looked like flickering candles in a dark hallway. "The russet one is particularly stubborn," the Heir whispered inside her mind. "He carries the heaviest fire. He will be the first to be liberated." Rhea tried to scream, to reach out from the tiny, dark corner of her soul where she was still hiding, but the Heir’s grip was absolute. She was a passenger in her own body, watching through a violet veil as her arm rose with a terrifying grace. "Blaze! Get back!" Ash yelled, sensing the shift in the air.