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She remembered fragments hushed whispers in the dark, the scent of lavender and ancient parchment, her mother’s voice speaking of things that felt like fairy tales back then. “The prophecy,” Samantha breathed, her silver eyes locking onto Liza’s gold ones. “The prophecy of the Twin Crowns,” Liza confirmed, her voice gaining strength. She looked at Dominic, then back to Sam. “Mother told us that the Hunt bloodline wasn't just a lineage of witches and wolves. It was a bridge. She said that one day, two girls would be born sisters, tribrids of the highest order, blessed by the spirit shifters themselves. Not just common shifters, but those of royal, primordial blood.”

“There is… one way. But you won’t like it.” I tensed. “Say it.” She folded her arms inside her cloak. “The twins. Their magic—it's not only powerful, it’s bonded. Intertwined. Their auras are synchronized in a way I’ve never seen before. That’s why they’re so easy to find. So easy to feel. Together, they shine too brightly on the magical plane. The Thirteenth Claw can sense that light.” I stared at her. “What are you saying?” “To shield them… you must separate them. Take one away. Hide them in different regions. The bond will weaken just enough to scatter their powers, just a bit. Together, they’re a beacon. Apart… they will be harder to track.”

* The next: *It is where they hid the evidence. My heart was pounding as I turned the page. More had been ripped out, same as always, but one line remained. *The original succession document was never destroyed.* The notebook mentioned the twins directly. Vivian wrote that the family had built a false story around the succession — Aridian labeled unstable and dangerous, Alexander presented as the only fit heir. But she'd found proof that Aridian's disqualification had never actually been legal. I looked at him. "Did you know?" "I suspected," he said.

Crowden growled, glaring at Raven. “Oh twin brother be kind to yourself.” Raven chuckled at Crowden’s remark. Crowden’s cussing at Raven means also cursing to himself, as they are brothers, twins at that, coming out from the same womb, same mother. And well… I do not know how much they all misses each other but judging by the food thrown after, and a pot flying towards the dinning, more grapes rolling on the floor to the living room, a splatter of sauce on the walls, a couch pillow landing on the dining table, a ripped couch, and three boys running around the dining to living area, throwing at each other anything their hands could grab…

"Watch your mouth." "Am I wrong?" I laughed coldly and stood. I turned and walked toward the corner of the church. Several battered wooden crates stood stacked there. I had hidden them ahead of time. I dragged out the bottom one and flipped the lid open. Inside lay Giovanni's initiation certificate, fragments of his smuggling ledgers, and the token he had once given me when we were young, a cheap silver ring. "This is what your brother left me." I seized the certificate and stepped toward the fireplace.

The crowd parted with the pack members tripping over themselves to get out of the way, and two men stepped forward, standing in the middle of the pack square. The Twin Alphas were here. As much horrifying stories that I've heard about them, I had never set my eyes on them. They had the same face but if you looked closely you could see the striking difference between them. Both were tall with broad shoulders and a lean build. They both had deep brown hair, sharp jaws and a perfectly sculptured face but while one of them had captivating grey eyes that looked like you could drown in them, the other had icy baby blue orbs and they were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Guards stand in a line behind him because they are waiting for his orders. The midwife lifts something up and then lifts a second something and the old King's face changes. “Two,” he shouts, his voice cracking the room because he is furious. “The prophecy said one,” he says, because twins are cursed in the North. “Kill the weak one,” because he only wants one heir and will not share his crown.

Ashen scrolls scrawled with names not spoken in generations. “There’s a prophecy,” Naeria whispered. “Older than the Gate. Older than the Hollow.” She unrolled a piece of dried vellum. On it was an etching of two wolves standing beneath a red moon—one cloaked in fire, the other in shadow. Between them, a single rose, blooming from blood. “It speaks of the Crowned Twins,” she said. “Of their triumph… and their curse.” Rowan frowned. “That sounds a little too familiar.”

Her goal: to find Paulo and Pedro amid the storm of emotions that surrounded them. The twins, immersed in their own fury, did not notice Tiffany's approach, nor did they even notice the raven hovering in the skies, witnessing the impressive display of the brothers' brute force. An expression of satisfaction and admiration was drawn on the bird's face, as if it understood the grandeur of the events unfolding below.

"According to vampire records dating back a thousand years, the Midnight Crown isn't just a title, it's an entity. It passes from host to host, seeking the perfect vessel." "A Ruby Wolf twin," Sienna whispered, her face paling. "Precisely," I confirmed. "Male and female twins born with the ruby mark are incredibly rare. When they appear, the Syndicate separates them, grooming one to be the vessel, the other to be the key." "Enough!" Zeke or whatever controlled him shouted. The mask seemed to melt into his skin, silver lines spreading across his face. "He lies to drive us apart, sister. Come to me. Complete what was started centuries ago."