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He had dirt on his jacket and a cut on his hand he hadn't mentioned and the expression of someone who had spent the last hour doing something completely inadvisable and had absolutely no regrets about it. "Partners?" I said. "Partners," he said. We walked back through the dark quiet streets toward the palace, and I thought about what Isam had said before Safiya bound his hands. “A different world than this one. A Wrong method.” I thought about my mother's letter. “The choice is always yours.” Maybe it was or maybe I had just made it.

“I..am the ancient one. I am the immortal one. I am...Constellation.” “Constellation? As in stars?” “As in an ancient creature, young one.” “Creature? Well, that’s not new to me. We’re all creatures here..just not old.” “You’ve grown. A lot faster and more intelligent than I thought. Only, you’ve become weak.” “Weak? Well, if you helped me in some way, it didn’t make my life much easier. It made my life worse. I have these freaking nightmares and visions that I shouldn’t even suppose to be seeing. And now you’ve come again, saying you wanna help?”

I didn’t wipe them away. “I need you. I need you here. Not in visions. Not in dreams. Here. Holding me when the nightmares come. Helping me name the new constellations she points at from the window. Teaching her how to shift without being afraid of the pain. I can’t do this alone anymore. Please. For the love of the Goddess, if you’re out there, just come to me. I can’t keep carrying this.”

Author POV "The price of lunar crystals has skyrocketed again. Thirteen percent in two days," Nyra muttered as she made notes on a blank sheet of paper, her eyes scanning the market fluctuation chart displayed in the corner of the spice stall. Her hands moved swiftly, but her steps faltered momentarily as a young guard passed by, nodding respectfully. Nyra returned the nod with a small one of her own, then continued walking slowly among the rows of stalls in the Moon Market. Lantern light hung from magical ropes above their heads, spreading softly like stars deliberately lowered from the sky to illuminate the night.

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."

“The sacred mating ritual is complete. The mates must accept each other. The Moon Goddess approves.” She turned and walked away without another word, ignoring the storm of unasked questions left behind. Kaelen clenched his fists. "Leave me," he ordered. The council obeyed without hesitation. ********* Serena's eyes fluttered open. Where...? She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blur. Her glasses were gone. Panic stirred in her chest. Flashes of what happened came rushing back…Selvayra, the crash, the wolves, the light. “Oh fuck... I’m done for,” she whispered.

Even the night sounds backed away, insects cutting off mid trill like they had been warned. Rethan lifted his head slowly. His ears flattened. “That is not one of ours.” “No,” I said. “It is older.” The stars overhead flickered again. Not blinking out this time. Shifting. Constellations slid like they were being nudged into new places by a hand that did not care how long humans had memorized them. The sight made my stomach drop hard enough that I had to brace myself against Kaden’s arm. Darius swore softly. “That should not be possible.”

The sky changed three nights later. At first, no one noticed. The moon still shone. The wind still moved through the trees. Wolves trained in the courtyard as usual. But the stars… They stopped moving. I felt it before I saw it the spark over my heart tightening like a warning bell ringing deep inside my chest. I stepped onto the balcony slowly. Above me, the constellations had frozen in place. Not hidden. Not gone. Watching. “Theodore,” I called quietly.