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Nix clung to her daughter, not really seeing the woman. “Aarshon is the prince of the fae. So Aameris, being his father, believes that he can heal the realm if Aarshon is crowned. He can’t, however, heal it that way. Aameris has poisoned his own people with his past.” Rayne sighed when Nix howled again. She had never seen Nix like this. Over the years, Nix had always been so put together. Of course, she had been in dog form. Willow came over to Nix and started to chant. Nix slumped into Sage, in a deep sleep.

He stumbled backward, I followed with a powerful slash that sent him crashing to the ground. My breathing grew heavier, but I refused to stop. Suddenly, my eyes swept across the battlefield. Where is Kael? A sharp sound came from behind me. I turned. A warrior was already right behind me, his sword raised above his head. My eyes widened. Before he could bring the blade down, Kael appeared behind him. In one swift movement, he severed both of the warrior's hands. The sword fell from the man's grip. Before he could even scream, Kael swung his blade again and the warrior's head hit the ground.

"Sutton Warner. Also known as Audrey. Daughter of Vincent Warner and Elara Moonwhisper." My blood went cold. They knew my mother's real name. "The Luna Racer has awakened," she continued, her voice carrying across the silent courtyard. "As witnessed by this Council and confirmed by ancient prophecy." "What prophecy?" I managed, clutching Theo's jacket tighter. "The one that states a trybrid wolf—born of wolf, fae, and witch—would arise with power beyond measure. Power that could unite the packs... or destroy them." Her gaze was unyielding. "You are an anomaly. A cross between species that have been enemies for centuries. Your very existence threatens the balance."

Fae warriors move through the open gates like quiet shadows, their armor lighter than the dragons’ but no less deadly. It is strange seeing both armies together. Fae and dragons. Creatures from both realms now preparing to fight side by side once again. “You’re listening again,” Aurelion murmurs. I blink. “Am I?” He nods toward my hands. They are moving unconsciously, my fingers tapping softly against the stone in a slow rhythm. Music. It is always music. I laugh softly. “The bridge is louder here.” His brow furrows slightly. “What do you mean?” I turn toward the glowing seam in the distance.

The Fae. Charming homes, shops, and other buildings line a cobblestone walkway. The walkway ends at the entrance of an even larger building that could be considered a castle. That’s where I am headed. I want to pay a visit to the king. I make my way up some stone steps and a smile spread across my face as a heavy handcrafted wooden door opens and an elegantly dressed man steps out. He’s large. The only indication that he’s Fae are his pointed ears. Otherwise, I would believe that he was simply a large human man. That is if I couldn’t read his energy and aura. He shut the door behind him, and motions for me to have a seat at a table which is positioned on a balcony which overlooks the town. W

From from the end of the Kingdom, the sky bloomed with colors, wings of violet, emerald, sapphire, green and gold, beating like synchronized fury. The faeries were descending like a storm, and leading them, in gleaming obsidian armor and burning amethyst eyes was General Steven, his blade glowing faintly with fae energy. He landed in the courtyard with an ear splitting crash, his wings flared wide. His voice echoed, magically amplified. “Supreme Alpha King of the Wolves! You have in your possession what belongs to the Fae king. His granddaughter.” The great palace doors boomed open, and the Supreme Alpha king stepped out, his aura vast and oppressive like a winter storm. His silver streaked

It was almost funny how obedient he became. He gently lowered me to my feet, and the violent change began in reverse. Bones cracked and reset until the towering white beast shrank away, leaving Quinn standing there in his human skin. His ears were bright red, though, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well... that was an experience. Hold on, I'll be right back." He breezed away into the dark woods at full speed and returned in under a minute, dumping a petrified male warrior at our feet.

Angel mind links me. We arrive at the same time that Rik arrives, and I see them. There must be 500 fae warriors standing in formation. They have spears, taller than they are, the color of silvery white. I guess height is something all fae have. I thought it was just Ailduin, but every one of these warriors, and I honestly can’t tell if they are all men or if some are women, are seven feet tall or taller. They look like something out of Lord of the Rings.

"As she is a direct descendant of Queen Aurora, we address her as Highness." The explanation appeased Perry, so we continued with the introductions. Allandro told us there were four groups of twenty-five warriors: the archers, shapeshifters, elemental sorcerors and those with the power of foresight and illusion. All Fae have the power of foresight, illusion, and glamour. These particular warriors were exceptional in those magic areas.

“Most of it is beautiful, fruitful, and full of growth. Rogues have torn the Vamparia Kingdom apart, chased away the goods, and now it is left desolate, barely able to keep crops to survive.” Biting the inside of my cheek, Creed led me away from the conversation. Warrior dragons were already shifting, and the faes were pulling out their wings for the flight home. “Will you ride with me, my fawn?” Creed eyed me as I kept the blanket held around me. Shaking my head, I pulled it off, handing it to another fae warrior to put it away.