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Was this how I would die? Tristan would think it was deliberate. He would think I was so angry that I burned down his house. The thought of Tristan's misunderstanding hurt almost as much as the fire's heat. I prayed desperately, "Why would the door jam at a crucial moment?" My body felt weak, my mind dizzy. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. The smoke was disorienting, making it hard to think or breathe. I tried to link Tristan, but my wolf was docile. I began to suspect I was inhaling more than smoke. I knew I would die in there, so I mustered my will and energy and tried to link one last time. "Tristan, help me," I linked him.

Nolan growled with narrowed eyes and a clinched jaw. “Indeed, he didn’t do his research on the Mountain Shadows pack before landing his spaceship on planet earth,” Nolan’s Gamma, Grey, offered walking into the building with three other men behind him. “All clear on the outside, Alpha.” Nolan nodded at his Gamma. “Your mom gave Bryce and me the synopsis, mind giving us the full scoop? From the way it sounds, this isn’t over,” he arched his brows at Alford. “We may be earthlings, but he has no idea who he’s fucking with.”

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(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

Then the poetry. Handwritten. Sometimes sonnets. Sometimes messy, jagged pieces that felt like they’d been ripped straight from his chest. One read: If I could be the rain that slips down your shoulder, If I could be the sky you look up at in rage I’d let you strike me down, again and again, If only to stay close to your fire. I threw that one in the trash. Three hours later, it was tucked inside the cash register. And then came the books. First editions. Stories I’d loved. Stories I’d once read aloud to Damien in the Blackwood library when we were young and tangled in something that felt like forever.

The ground trembled. Then—I found it. The moment. The Wendigo reared back, mouth wide, ready to consume. I dove forward, jaws wide, and bit down into its throat. And I burned. The fire that had awakened in me roared out, licking from my mouth, my claws, my very soul. The Wendigo shrieked—not a cry of rage, but terror. It was burning. From the inside out. It stumbled back, flailing, its whole body igniting, curling, blackening. The fire roared, not orange, not blue—but Blood red. Sacred.

“Or it just started the war.” They reached the impact zone within minutes. What had once been a forest was now a crater of molten glass and smoking ruin. At its center lay the god. No longer vast. No longer untouchable. Just a towering, broken being of scorched gold and flesh, half-buried in a ring of fire that flickered weakly around him. The god coughed, actually coughed, and blood spilled from his mouth in glowing ribbons. Lyra stepped forward without hesitation. “You feel it now, don’t you?”

The young immortals eyes widened in fear and anguish as he pushed the black smog directly into her head, her ear-piercing screams causing all those within five miles to finch and turn away, her skin bubbling and tearing under the stain. He pushed the deepest fires of hell into her mind, using his ability to mould someone’s mind to do as he pleased as he forced her into believing her entire frame was ablaze, the pain all but real to the princess. Her body bucked as she attempted to put out the invisible flames that coated her skin, her cries of anguish once again increasing with each second that passed. Elika begged and pleaded for him to stop, knowing that he had entered her mind only to hur

I knew that to break that power of hers, I needed to sever the connection, something I did by using my own to counter it. “You are no longer worthy of being a deity,” I hissed out. “A so-called ‘Great Mother’ would not do this to her children. You chose cowardice over respect and morality. There is no compassion here… just selfish motivation.” This seemed to amuse her. “You think that because you possess a piece of a god that you can refuse me. But you cannot win. You are simply a speck of dust within this universe, one that should feel privileged to even be acknowledged by a Goddess. To have such great powe—”

Planes flew overhead, dropping red smoke to combat the black rising from the forest. Trees went up, burning like torches, lighting the sky. Thick black smoke rose, cutting into the morning's blue sky like an evil sword, the sky losing ground to the murky haze. The flames screamed and grew larger, trying to reach the sun. Ash fell from the sky like gray rain, settling like soft snow on the burnt ground. ***