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Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

5 earthquake, should one occur. Whether it was preparing for the Book Expo and BookCon in New York City, or the local L.A. Times Festival of Books, Anna both loved and dreaded the title selection process. These conferences were attended by the full staff of editors in all genres. The first topic would be which titles would be featured in their catalogue, which titles would be displayed on their table for sale, and which authors would be invited to make a personal appearance.

In a large plush chair, Selene sat. It was a dark wood chair with a plush green cushion. It was pleasant to sit there. She was holding an ancient book. The pages of the thick book felt rough to the touch. It was a law book. This book contained a lot of regulations. The words were difficult for Selene to read. She was curious about the operations of the wolf pack. She was curious about all the guidelines that kept them secure and resilient. It was peaceful in the study room.

he said to himself. In Above The Hills academy, Jaden just finished having his economics test which seemed to go well with him. Luckily for him, the questions came out from the last page of his book that he read before sitting for the test so the answers were still fresh in his head. Sadly for the rest of the students in the class, they found the questions difficult. although they read, but it was very easy flipping through that page cause it seemed cheap and irrelevant.

The eighth flame shimmered alongside it, quiet but sure. And in that silence, Azriel remembered. Mira, the blade who fought for the broken even when she bled. Velan, the songkeeper who memorized grief. Elen, the scribe who inked sorrow into the sky. Orren, the cold flame who tried to forget and almost succeeded. Kael, his constant—his anchor, his mirror. The boy, the youngest bearer, chosen not by prophecy but by kindness. And Elarai—not given, but chosen.

"Then why the parade? Why dragging me through four territories if the choice is already made?" Selah’s voice was dry in my head. 'Because humans love a show.' "You’re... different," Selene said. She set the clothes down and wiped her palms on her jeans. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a heavy, leather-bound book I’d never noticed before. She flipped through the thin pages until she found what she was looking for. She tapped a paragraph. "Read this."

I note the shift. I go back to my chambers and I start pulling the threads I have access to. The palace library is extensive. Alpha candidates have broad access, which the librarians seem faintly resentful of but cannot override. I spend the afternoon there, working through Selection records going back two centuries. I am looking for patterns.

Asked by Senan with curiosity in his eyes. Mother Tree without more explanation in her, she opened her hand in front of them. A crystal came out from the hand of the Mother Tree and she throw up the crystal into the sky. "The day of blue moon this crystal will select the Alpha male and either one of you will be selected." Mother Tree explained while looking at the crystal in the sky. The four Alpha's was also staring at the crystal and then to Mother Tree who were speaking. "That's why I want you all to behave while waiting for the day of the Blue Moon. Any wrong moves from you will be out from the selection of becoming the Alpha male." Mother Tree continuously exclaiming while looking and

“Maya is just going to keep educating me like a child. And I need that. I get it. But while I’m doing that, I also need… I need to do something.” Rake turned his head, staring off into the trees, thinking. And when he turned back, he looked hesitantly hopeful. “What?” I asked. “There's a Selection coming up.” I blinked. “Selection? What's that?” “It's the ceremony where the powerful, unmated males who are ready to take a mate step forward and select from the group of presented females.” I frowned. “Like some kind of messed up beauty pageant?”

The room froze. Complete silence. No one moved. No one even blinked. Because that sentence sounded horrifying. Actually horrifying. Nova looked sick. Bianca looked furious. Ethan looked stunned. Cassian looked ready to punch someone. And Selena— Selena felt like the floor had disappeared beneath her. Children. They tracked children. Jonathan nodded slowly. “They selected participants they believed would produce valuable results.” The file on the screen suddenly made sense. Far too much sense. Selected Child. The words echoed inside Selena’s head.