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Ezra seized Alara’s elbow and raced for the stairwell, boots clanging. Outside, men and women stood frozen in a half-circle, weapons raised toward a figure hovering above the main gate. Shreds of storm cloud spun around a skeleton of violet flame shaped like a winged snake. Within its coiling body flickered Orith’s face, hollow eyes gleaming. “Alara Whiteleaf,” the apparition rasped. “Nightfall tomorrow, the shadow tide rises. This fortress will kneel, and the key shall open what even death could not.” It rotated toward Ezra. “Alpha—your strength dies with daylight.”

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

My heart was racing as I mentally prepared myself to face the group—and Neil. The elevator ride down felt like an eternity. I tapped my fingers against the railings, trying to steady my nerves. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Beneath the sundress, the blue bikini felt like a glaring secret, and I couldn’t shake the thought that Yvonne could have done this on purpose. She probably wanted to see how far she could push me. When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by the warm scent of the ocean and the murmur of voices from the lobby. I spotted Austin leaning against a pillar, his easy smile lighting up his face as he waved me over.

I feel the last string of connection of mind link breaking, sending a throbbing ache in my head. The harsh sound of tires screeching against the smooth road followed by a loud crash rings painfully in my ears. I look at the cars behind, bewildered at the sight of Nikona's car smashed into one of the cars that were with him.Smoke surrounded their cars and within a moment, a loud explosion takes place. The little hope that was sneaking in my heart dissipated to see Nikona who had jumped out of the car on time.His dark eyes directed to me but his attempt to stand failed and that striked a strong feeling of hope through my chest.

I take a deep breath and centre myself. “YOU, Sheryl, Former Luna of the White Moon pack, Now Rogue, have been charged and found guilty of the Abuse of a pup, conspiracy to commit murder, and Murder. You have been sentenced to death. Tonight, you will face the punishment for your crimes.” Henry bellows, anger coating his voice.

A shiver ran down her spine as her mother finally replied. “There is a bad moon rising,” she murmured, her gaze then turning to the skies. “Bad moon rising,” her mother repeated, her brown eyes looking like they were a thousand miles away. Specks of snow settled against Lucinda’s olive skin as she gazed at the sky and repeated the words that didn’t make any sense to Mara. Growing more worried by the second, Mara approached her mother, hoping to snap her out of her trance. “Mother,” she repeated tentatively, reaching out a hand. When her fingers came into contact with her mother’s shoulder, Lucinda finally snapped her attention to Mara.

Chapter: 10 ****** The crystal moon took its full size and its glorious brightness filled the great city. Sea creatures gathered in their hundreds to watch the crystal moon grow bigger and its brightness was exceedingly great, it brightness near blinding and the Sea Creatures couldn't look upon it for much longer. It was time they each returned to their homes and rested and as they all retired to their homes, the Tideian made his way to the Sea Mountain, the crystal moon glow eased into his body, the Tideian marks scattered about all over his body each creating a spiral returning to the crystal moon, the Tideian soon became as bright as the crystal moon even his eyes glowed like the moon and

A shirtless Darghelm watched the ocean. Sweat broke on Stralath's brow—not because of the asshole guard, but because of the ten fisheri soldiers milling near the shoreline. "A private party." Stralath reverted to his cocky self. "A celebration then—for a rebirthed angel." Stralath knew what they wanted, and his hands tingled with adrenaline. "She's still recovering." Darghelm turned to face Stralath. "She has a tail—it's now time for a swim." "A long swim to your city." Stralath barked out a laugh. "Galene is not ready."

the ocean was a churning abyss of sapphire ink. At the edge of the cliffs, where the black sand met the water, stood a series of massive stone monoliths. They were carved in the shape of weeping women, their eyes leaking a constant stream of luminescent blue liquid into the surf. "The Pillars of the Tide," Hala whispered from her litter. She looked as if she were made of smoke now, her spirit barely tethered to her body. She pointed a trembling finger toward the center of the bay. "The Sapphire Throne's twin is beneath those waves, Elara. But it isn't a throne of ice. It is a Throne of Memory."

"It's better if I give her some space. She'll understand. Let's go." Troy, my heart whispered over and over. "All right, son. Let's go get your brother back." He followed Troy down the stairs. "That boy is truly amazing. If only he were the tiniest bit malevolent," Sharra said, breathing in through her nose like she could smell whether a person was good or evil. Then she flew us away from the yacht and headed inland.