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Eryx wiped blood from his mouth, but his eyes gleamed with pride. They moved forward again, steps heavy but resolute. And as they walked deeper, the mist thinned just enough to reveal a door of obsidian, etched with a single line of glowing script: The stolen ending must be returned. Mia reached out. The pendant pulsed once more, and the door shuddered open. Beyond it lay a chamber lit by violet fire—and within it, a throne that had been waiting centuries for someone to claim it. The door groaned as it opened, stone grinding against stone, dust drifting down in a thin veil. The chamber beyond pulsed with violet fire, casting long shadows that stretched and writhed like living things.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

The thing weighed nearly twenty pounds, and the old injury in my arm was already throbbing again. Just six steps away from the main table, Anrina suddenly stretched out one foot and hooked it against my ankle. I fell forward instantly. The champagne tower crashed to the ground with a deafening explosion. Glass shattered everywhere. I slammed hard into the sea of razor-sharp shards. Pieces of glass pierced my palms, my forearms, my knees. Leon rushed over immediately. He grabbed the screaming Anrina first and pulled her tightly into his arms before finally lowering his gaze to me, covered in blood on the floor.

By the time pale dawn light began creeping through the tall windows of Raelthorn Estate, my nerves were shredded and my patience nonexistent. Raelthorn rose from the mountains like something grown rather than built, black stone veined with silver runes, ancient towers carved directly into rock. It wasn’t just a residence. It was a stronghold. A throne wrapped in stone and teeth. I stood at the window when the door behind me opened without a sound. “You’re awake.” Thane’s voice slid down my spine like heat. I didn’t turn. “That implies I slept.” A ghost of warmth brushed the bond, something like amusement. “You were supposed to.”

The hall fell silent, the storm of battle broken at last. Serenya lowered her hands, shards slipping through her fingers, her blood mingling with glass on the floor. She felt no triumph, only the weight of what had been lost. A crown of glass could shatter—but could it ever be remade? As silence deepened, Maelis Rowan, the seer, stepped forward from the shadows. Her voice, soft yet heavy with portent, echoed through the hall: “This was not the end, child. Shattered glass gives way to sharper edges. And those edges cut deeper still.”

It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.

Vivienne stood alone. Her heart pounded. Her hands trembled. But not from fear. From anger. From certainty. She crossed the room slowly. Looked out the window. Darkness stretched beyond the gardens. Isolation. Control. A prison. Vivienne touched the glass. Daniel’s face filled her mind. His voice. His promise. I will find you. She closed her eyes. “Come back to me,” she whispered. Miles away— Daniel stood at the gates of Margaux’s estate.

My voice flowed as clear as river water, remaining steady and confident. Nefertari smiles standing from her woodland throne. "Eleonora Black of the Perilous Horde I hereby declare you allies of the Fae forest. As allies, we will fight as one in the coming days. Be proud and stand strong for there is no pillar greater than our friendship," she declares My chest swells with pride at her declaration of friendship.

Their stories haunt the thresholds—cautionary tales for those who dare to reach beyond their fate. And this one? She hears herself. Not just the Veil. Not the ancestors. Herself. Another version. An echo with teeth. We are not supposed to interfere yet. The Prophecy must unfurl. But a new thread has begun to twist through the weave. Not gold. Not silver. Not flame. Glass. Fragile, dangerous, full of secrets. It catches the light and shatters it, reflecting a hundred possible futures in a single glance. The new thread gleams—a warning, or perhaps a promise.

I lift the window pane and eagerly looking at it over. Its black fur melts into the night but its eyes shining in the moonlight are fixed on me. All of a sudden, I feel a curious tingling, similar to the one I feel when my powers are tingling. I take a few moments to identify the situation, then I perceive that a bind is being woven between him and me. My anxiety slips away and is replaced by a totally inappropriate sense of security.