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His arms circled my neck, his fingers digging into my skin as he sobbed against my shoulder. The heat pressed against us, relentless. I turned, shielding him with my body as I navigated back through the flames. The porch creaked beneath us, and I forced my legs to move faster, knowing that every second counted. Knowing that if I stayed for a bit longer it would either collapse or the house behind me would collapse over us. The flames clawed at my back, and I gritted my teeth against the searing pain. My wolf surged forward, its strength fueling my human form, pushing me through the fire until I burst back into the cool air of the garden.

Saska whispered, her eyes wide and filled with fear, as though she feared I might erupt violently. My jaw clenched, my teeth pressing together so hard I felt the pressure in my skull. The hurt was familiar, but beneath it, a scorching anger surged, a wildfire that no words could douse. I had learned to endure verbal slights, to endure coldness, to swallow humiliation silently, but this, this blatant, intimate violation of our home, of my life, was a different kind of affront. I could not let it pass.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

realizing you won't see them again. Then, suddenly, it hit me. A wildfire blazed through my body... I could feel it, even in my bloodstream. My heart raced--- fast enough to deny me breath; my skin burned... Everywhere felt hot... Too hot--- it was choking... my legs clenched tightly. How...how... This isn't possible. I looked at Edina... She avoided my eyes. Now I get it; she wasn't crying because of Frederick but because she felt guilty for what she did.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

Severin speculated that the abode of that fallen royal paragon might be significant in more ways than one. Myles then whispered, "According to rumors, he is Wildfire, a royal paragon who met his demise thousands of years ago." "Wildfire?" Severin's eyes widened at that revelation. Wildfire was renowned as the foremost unaffiliated practitioner in Southsky tens of thousands of years ago. He had gained widespread recognition throughout Southsky after becoming a supreme paragon. In his early years, Wildfire ventured from Southsky to Midland, Westland, and Eastland. His mastery over fire-based techniques was simply peerless. When he returned to Southsky in later years, he established a very powe

I prayed, hoping the whole night was one sick dream. But from the heat on my skin, I knew it was no dream. While the heat didn’t harm me, it made me aware this was reality. I searched whimpering, hoping to find something as defense, but I was surrounded by only twigs, grass and dirt. Nothing came to my aid as whatever approached me slowly. I watched the flames crackling, sparking sharply as it burned the pieces of wood, any bit of life it can grab onto. I looked at the flames that still caressed my hands, then into the darkness, where it stood, stepping forward, “STAY BACK!” I yelled, reaching out with my hands, but it only caused the flames to soar higher, grow into a wildfire as it climbed

CHAPTER 72 ALLEGRA Point of View The pack spy from Wildfire was sitting in front of me as I took a seat across the table. I accepted the file she was holding out to me. "It's the new maid application form for the new maids of the Wildfire pack ."Thanks," I said, accepting the paperwork she handed to me. It was time to spoof my name once again.

Seraphina Fire. That was the only word for what consumed me. It was not the gentle warmth of a candle or hearth, but the raging inferno of a wildfire, burning through every cell in my body with merciless intensity. Dimitri's teeth were locked in my throat, mine in his, and I could feel our blood mingling, our wolves crashing together like thunder. The poison screamed as it died. I could actually feel it. The wolfsbane that had been killing me, eating away at my organs and shutting down my body, suddenly being attacked from two fronts.

Knowing my father had backup, I leaped into the fray, trying to find my mate in the mayhem. An invisible thread guided me past duels on either side. I yanked a Red Fang wolf off of Zane, allowing him to dig his sword into the wolf before I veered toward the sidelines. Fire was everywhere, and it felt as if its only purpose was to burn. Both sides started to stop fighting to escape the fire, which blazed hotter and hotter as time passed. This wasn’t a controlled hit; it was a wildfire with its only intent to destroy and conquer.