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She asked, her voice holding something close to anger. “To stop someone else from finding out.” That part at least was true. Thalia looked back down at the book quickly, flipping through the damaged section again before looking back at me. “You read it first.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded once. Ragnar cursed quietly under his breath. Thalia’s expression became harder to read now. “Then tell me exactly what was inside.” I already expected that question. So I gave her the version of the truth I prepared long ago. Carefully measured. Half truth. Half lie.

"Look who crawled out of the grave." Drakon stops. His arm tightens around me, but he doesn't speak. He waits. "Hello, Zara," I say. My voice is steady. Surprising. "I didn't think we'd see you here again, Thalia," she says, taking a step closer. She smells of cheap perfume and vodka. "Thought you'd be mourning. Or running." "I'm not running." "No?" She laughs. It’s a sharp, jagged sound. She looks around the room, inviting an audience. "She's not running, boys. She's upgrading."

“My sisters. I see you now, as you are, as you’ve always been. Cheyenne with NaKoa, Guardian of the Hunt, bound to Spirit. Isolde with Eirava and Zethra, Guardian of Blood and Bone, bound to Shadow. Chelsea with Athena, Guardian of Balance, bound to Storm and Earth. Tora with Margaret, Guardian of Flame’s Scale, bound to Sky and Strength. And us—Nalia with myself, Saelari—Flame of the First Dawn, bound to the heart of the fire.” All four of the others stood still as stone, eyes gleaming, a spark of something ancient flickering in the air between them—recognition… or reunion. “The time comes when the veil thins. Umbraeth stirs. And only we, together, can decide if the dawn will break again… o

She would never forget the voice of the person who mated her to the man she loathed most, Alpha Rasmore, for taking her innocent kid’s lives away. “You know that everything happen for a reason, Luna Milburn.” The moomgodess started and she nodded. “Then why do you despise, Alpha Rasmore?” She was asked. If she could have known ,the winds ahd flown her there so that she would be lectured as a kid them she could have never landed there but could have gone somewhere far away.

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

For a long while, that was the only sound. "Thalia." Cassius’s voice sliced through the calm. I turned. His stillness was a magnet, drawing my attention. He stood before a shelf, holding a heavy, dark-green volume as if it were a fragile relic. He carried it to the central desk and laid it gently in the pool of candlelight. The Lost Kingdom of Aelindoria. The title seemed to hum with promise, but Cassius’s gaze was fixed on the book's edge. His fingers traced the gilded trim of the cover, and then I saw it: the corner of a cream-colored envelope, hidden between the pages.

“Not just how I see people, or touch, or power… but how I see me. Like part of me’s still in there." "But it's not. You survived it." "Only because you came to save me. If not, I would be dead now." She says. "I need to control my life, and for that to happen, there is much I need to learn." Thalia drags her hand under the pillow and takes out a book. "I took it from the Atlas's room. I want to learn how to tap into Rina's power, how to control it, use it." Thalia opens the book in her lap, flipping to a page marked with a scrap of dark cloth. The text is old, dense, written in looping handwriting that bleeds at the edges of the paper like it was penned with something more alive than ink.

THALIA's POV I was on the window seat, wrapped tightly in my blanket with the fire gone low, sitting alone in the dimming light with the empty bowl Constance had brought up and the heavy things she had just told me about Conan's secret ledger, my mind spinning completely out of control with the scale of the trap closing around me as I tried to organize the pieces just to find a way to survive it. That was when I heard his footsteps on the stairs, then my entire body went instantly rigid because I had heard those same boots last night, and the night before that, but tonight the footsteps didn't hesitate, and they didn't stop outside the landing, but instead they came all the way up, steady an

But Thalia believed in fate, not today but tomorrow, but someday she will be alright and survive it all. Thalia rubbed her chafed wrists where Carter had touched her before while in the dungeon. "Well, maybe, a spoiled rich brat doesn't know that once I get out of this pack's territory, I'm dead meat. So will be anyone else who has no place to go to. I am an orphan with no family and no relatives. I've got no education, money, or savings." The more she spoke, the more her voice thickened. "Unlike you, I don't have an overprotective brother who will save my ass if I ever get myself entangled in any kind of trouble." Then she shrugged helplessly as she looked Alex in his eye. "Worse of all, Ma