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A heavy, breathless silence fell over the entire capital. Silas raised his fist, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed off the white stone walls of every palace spire. "The border is dead! The High Council has fallen! From this day forth, the light does not dictate your survival! The North has claimed the throne!" The army below exploded into a feral, deafening chorus of howls. Warriors slammed their fists against their silver-reinforced breastplates, the metallic rhythm sounding like a thunderclap that shook the very foundations of the gilded city. The wolves added their roars to the din, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph that signaled the birth of a new era.

"If I die in this room today, my story doesn't end here. Thalia’s pack will rip through your borders. Julian and Vivienne will turn your secrets against you. And half of your own guard that believes in Aro's vision will tear this throne room down from the inside. Go ahead. Start your civil war. Paint these walls with your coven’s ash. But know that you will be the first one to burn in it." The Shattered Throne Caius stood frozen, his chest heaving as he stared at the fragile human girl who had just laid out the blueprint for his empire's downfall. He looked at Aro, searching for a sign of a lie, but Aro only gave a slow, warning nod. He looked back at his own guards, noticing how many of the

The air around him buzzed with static. When he smiled, it felt like all the rules in the hall leaned forward to listen. “Ah,” he said, in a voice that was not one voice but many layered together. “A throne cracked. A ritual interrupted. How… novel.” His gaze swept the room. When it passed over most people, it slid like water on glass. When it hit Corvin, it paused, interest flaring. “Fallen Lord,” the thing said, with amusement. “Still biting the hand that fed you, I see.”

But she has broken before. And risen. She grinds her teeth and forces her wolf to the surface. “You don’t get to decide who I am.” You already have, the voice murmurs. And you chose me. The darkness convulses— —and suddenly she is falling again. Falling toward something. A shape emerges below, carved from void. A throne. But not a throne meant to be sat on. A throne meant for binding. Chains of shadow coil around its base like serpents. The throne hums at her approach.

Yet the barrier held. Then everyone froze. Cassian. Eryx. Valen. Ava. Every heir. Every warrior. Watching. Then Ava blinked. Then: "Okay." Pause. Then: "That's ridiculous." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the giant eye narrowed. The horror had expected resistance. But not this. Not from Thomas. Then the voice thundered. "THE THRONE IS MINE." The words struck like weapons. Mountains cracked. The sea of clouds below exploded.

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her