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The air felt heavier now, as if it carried more than moisture—something invisible and watching. His backpack lay half-buried in the sand, soaked but intact. He fished out the leather-bound notebook he’d carried everywhere since he was thirteen—the one with the stories, the nightmares, the dreams he could never fully explain. Inside were drawings of forests that bled, oceans that whispered, and a woman with hollow eyes and hands covered in roots. He had drawn her before he ever heard of WildWood. Before he heard the name Emily. Before he knew that she was family.

I looked around for Hessuel but he was nowhere anymore, instead, I saw Matheo and some werewolves coming toward us. "Thank you for backing up. Where did that wildfire come from?" "You know this place more than I do." He speaks as he chuckles, "All I know is Hessuel is the new guardian! This means he is bound to protect this world and this world is bound to protect him. The wildfire is because either the place is protecting him from the predators or Hessuel is casting the predators out by the fire." Not until he mentioned it, I will never realize that only the uninvited were scorched but not the forest. Matheo adds,

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Soon, I got my answer. In order to get proof about him and Joy as soon as possible, I asked Philip to buy dozens of discreet pinhole cameras so that I could put them in various corners of the house. After days of pretending to be a good husband, Jeremy finally revealed his true colors one night. In the footage, I saw Jeremy sitting on the sofa with a dark expression. “When are you going to get that insurance contract ready? I’m already prepared and can execute the plan whenever I want.” “Patience. You can’t get anything done if you’re impatient, understand? We have to make this perfect, or we’ll get into trouble.”

Far back at the distance where we landed yesterday a black cloud darkened the air emitting from between the trees. Running I grabbed Hunter's hand. "Hunter, Look! A campfire. We are saved," I exclaimed. "Come on!" I tugged at his hand preparing to run to the direction but stopped when he didn't budge. Turning around I glanced at him to see his incisive eyes watching the smoke as if analysing something. Suddenly his eyes widened and hand around mine tightened. I frowned. "What's wrong?" "Run." "Why?" "It's no campfire, it's wildfire."

SIERRA Under the silver gaze of the full moon, I stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whispering through my hair. The earth pulsed beneath my bare feet, the sky humming above me, and for the first time in my life, I felt… complete. Whole. Changed. The wildfire that had been tearing through the eastern ridge came into view—an angry wave of orange and red, devouring everything in its path. Trees cracked and fell, animals fled in panic, and the smoke turned the sky black. It roared like a beast let loose, wild and unstoppable.

How do you stop a wildfire when the people making it don't even realize what they're doing? Dante and Mira's eyes met across the flames. The silver light between them pulsed brighter, syncing up like two hearts beating as one. Then the fire turned white-hot and everything disappeared in blinding light. When I could see again, both siblings were unconscious on the ground. The fire was gone but it had carved a perfect circle into the earth around them, burned so deep I could see bedrock. And standing at the edge of that circle, having appeared from absolutely nowhere, was a woman I'd never seen before. She had silver hair that moved like it was underwater and eyes that glowed the same color as

"Kyra, I know you and Alaric are not on the best of terms... and I am not in your good books either, but..." "There is no time." I interrupt. Top nods in understanding, letting go of me. "Alaric is in a cabin north of here, it is the only one so it will not be hard to find." I gather my wits and walk towards the wildfire. The sheer force of the heat nearly knocks me off my feet but I hold my ground. Sucking in a deep breath, I pray my element comes through for me this one time and then I dash straight into the flames.

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

"What? Riley, what are you—" "LEAVE!" I bellowed. I reached the perimeter fence. I reached out my hand to grab the wire. I was going to go back in. I was going to save them. Then, the world turned white. BOOM! A roar like a thousand lions tore through the air. The ground jumped beneath my feet. A wave of heat slammed into my chest, throwing me backward. I hit the dirt hard. The air was sucked out of my lungs. I looked up, gasping for breath. The warehouse was gone. In its place was a towering pillar of orange fire and black smoke. Debris rained down like hailstones of fire.