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“All right. I’ll need help moving some of the wards; Kael, Garrick, stay with me.” Rayna rose from her chair, and for the first time since the ball, I saw how exhausted she truly was. Power hummed faintly under her skin - the mark of her bond to the Goddess - but it flickered now, like a candle fighting the wind. As we left the library, I could still hear the faint echo of that hum - not from the box anymore, but from her. She didn’t seem to notice. I did. And I knew, with the bone-deep certainty of a soldier staring down a storm, that Nythera wasn’t done yet.

"But let's do it anyway." Something that might have been a smile flickered across his face, there and gone so fast I might have imagined it. We walked into the house together, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me. People were already mingling, drinking, talking. The reception was starting. And I was officially Myra Theon. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. So I am now Myra Zyran Theon. Fuck.

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

Her infernal flame roared to life; she blocked Selene’s strike just as Ryker cried out and collapsed. Kaelia gasped, defending the infants as chaos flared around them. Thrones of bone had never felt so empty. Selene’s storm-gray eyes softened for an instant as she watched Ryker fall. “He was mine,” she whispered; “as you abandoned him.” Nyra’s fury exploded. She roared, summoning the threefold bond in a blazing inferno. The battlefield stilled beneath her wrath. “If you kill him,” Nyra screamed, “you will die as well!”

but on people like us, it will cause a type of vague hypnosis is the easiest way to explain it huh well noted she said nodding her head interesting, to say the least I'm Aerilyn Seraphim of Redemption the only other female in the group came over to introduce herself she had blond hair that fell down her back and an elegant slim figure dressed in a white and blue battle suit with a flowing white cloak about her shoulders and a lovely face with bright sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks she seemed very sweet and kind Kyra felt strangely comforted in her presence as if she was meeting an old friend hi it's nice to meet you Aerilyn is a very pretty name it suits you too you're so beautiful Kyra gushe

“Discipline your bride, Rhaedros!” I bristled. “Bride? Just so you know, my name is Kaela and how dare you say that I need to be disciplined? I wasn’t the one calling other people names, you rude, surly grandma! Besides, do I look like a misbehaving puppy to you?” Xerathia snorted derisively as she exclaimed at me, “You are insufferable, you ~” However, before she could bite me with her reply, Rhaedros did something that made everyone stop breathing. He ignored Xerathia entirely and took my hand, pulling me away.

They had been largely silent throughout the meal. Curious, I leaned towards Rachel and whispered, "Who are those children of Alpha Rockan and Prince Tyris? They seem to have a close connection with Granny Yeneva and Grandpa Jordan." Rachel's expression softened, and she replied in a hushed tone, "Those are the children of the previous Alpha's sister. Tragically, their parents passed away a few years ago in a battle. Rockan and Tyris have been like older siblings to them, helping to care for them after their loss."

All she could do was lean into him, her body sagging as though her bones had been ground to ash. Ragnar caught her instantly. He pulled her against him, anchoring her to the solid press of his chest, the iron rhythm of his heartbeat. For one fragile moment, it steadied her more than the Sword in her hand. Nyra descended after, her steps measured, her cloak of shadows flickering as if the Chamber itself resisted her presence. Her black eyes, usually so guarded, widened as she looked upon Freya. For the first time, awe softened her sharp features. “You ended her,” Nyra murmured, voice caught between reverence and fear. “No vessel has ever undone Skyrana… and lived.”

Nyx's POV I walked out of the ancient temple reluctantly, many thoughts swirling around my head. That act that I portrayed back there was certainly not me, I can't stoop so low and beg to be touched. That is so unladylike, so not expected of a princess. I definitely crossed the line this time, Narek is my tutor, and Aunt Gacia made that clear to me, I shouldn't have any other relationship with him apart from the trainer and trainee one.

But then, Rivyn would be reluctant to be apart from his wife. I settled myself down on my bedroll, knowing that I was out of sight and watched as Aurien and Diandreliera stepped out to greet the Fae princes. After a few moments of bowing and curtseying, they followed Aurien’s princess into her tent. Akyran cast his eye around the camp, looking for me, and his body language changed when he saw Ashara. She almost dropped the tray she was carrying, and her expression made my heart ache. She loved him. A muscle in the corner of his jaw worked, and he looked around again, his expression wary, before stepping into the tent. She followed him with her burden, her face desolate.