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I ordered immediately. A young bartender was arranging bottles on the shelf. He turned when he heard me, holding my gaze for a brief moment. “Five bottles,” I repeated, slamming my palm against the counter. “Okay, okay,” he replied before quickly turning to get the order, while I used the moment to watch the party unfolding around me. It didn’t take long before five shots were lined up in front of me. One by one, I swallowed them, not stopping there. I kept ordering more until the dull ache in my chest started to fade. Everything went numb. I couldn’t feel a thing anymore—only the hollow euphoria the alcohol offered.

“You’ve wandered a long time. Have you bargained with others—heralds, or the thing we called the Hollowing?” The revenant’s face clouds. “Not a bargain, but a crossing. The herald comes before the hollow—the whisper before the silence. It seeks those who are empty and makes them vessels. The Hollowing is hungry, but it is not cruel by nature. It is called to feast by the bargains others make: the debts, the betrayals, the loneliness that sharpens like a blade.” He fixes his strange, storm-grey gaze on Rowan. “Your enemy is not the dark, but those who open the door and do not count the cost. The herald can be bargained with, but its price is always belonging—or the breaking of it.”

Her parents died for him, entrusting her to his family. And what had he done? He had failed their trust. He didn't deserve her pure, unwavering love. His eyes dimmed. In a moment of despair, he grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills from the drawer, pouring them into his hand. Without Lillian, this life wasn't worth living. Before he could swallow them, his phone rang. His assistant's voice burst through. "Sir, we found Ms. Hogan. She's in Arathum, living with her uncle, just like you thought."

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."

It is the most sacred, and most painful, way for a werewolf to die. Three years later. "Elara, it's time to rest." The young Alpha's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. I nodded, taking one last look at the full moon outside my window. I thought to myself: Soul-bound. 'Til death do us part. This time, I was the one who broke our vow. But life goes on. So be it. Let's not meet again... not in the next life.

The church was quiet. Too quiet. As if even time refused to move. Livia stood before the altar. The white gown clinging to her body looked perfect—pure, elegant, flawless. But not her heart, which was empty and hollow. In front of her, Adrian stood with an expression that did not change at all. Upright. Calm. Cold. As if the woman he was aboChapter 20ut to marry… was no one. The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze.

Outside, far beyond the ridge, wolves began to howl. Not rogues. Black Hollow. The pack. Answering something I had not meant to call. The journal’s final words appeared in silver fire. ARC ONE: THE HEIR HAS COME HOME. And beneath the mountain, the Hollow King opened his eyes.