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"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

"But I'll have to leave right now." "No—" The word tore out of me as fire lunged up my throat again, and this time it wasn't fully contained. A thin ribbon of flame licked past my teeth, scorching the air an inch from her face. She didn't flinch. "Wait—" My wings ripped free from my back, unfurling wide enough to knock over two desks. Smoke poured from my nostrils in ragged pulses. Somewhere above the roaring in my skull, I heard the wolf girl's scent—something like pine and old rain—and it snagged on a memory I couldn't place, gone before I could grab it.

I didn't bother to go to the center because they themselves moved away from me. "She if this place will be destroyed it will be replace tomorrow yes?" I asked her. She suddenly grinned. Okay. Let the show begin. I closed my eyes and waited for my body to warm up. I heard my classmates sigh and when I woke up I knew my eyes were a different color and I was surrounded by fire. I started to throw fires until it became a lot. I made wings that are made of fire and go above. I, then started to absorb the fire that I created. My father always told me to clean my mess so I won't mess up. Lol. That's funny.

Power floods my veins, white-hot and ancient and I move. One moment I am standing before her, the next, I am between the fire and my child. The flames slam into my back, silver, black and screaming, and I scream with them, pain tearing through me like razors. But I do not fall, I absorb it. I burn and something inside me breaks open, not shatters, not collapses, awakens. Fire blooms from my spine, radiant and blinding, wings of light and embers unfurling behind me. The pain transforms into clarity, into purpose.

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.

“Okay. You have to feel my fire. You know me well enough, Yhen. You’ve seen me lose my temper over the years. You’ve felt the heat of my flames when I’ve accidentally burned you. Pull from that knowledge. Feel my heat and embrace it inside yourself.” He closes his eyes, and I watch him as he focuses. His hands begin to glow red, and I feel him begin to heal my wings first. Both of them are dislocated. When he frowns, I realize he felt them snap back into place. I can feel his unhappiness that he hurt me more than he realized. I begin rumbling in happiness. My mate will never hurt me. The thought is so abhorrent to him that he would rather hurt himself than hurt me. Not that I’d ever let him

Believed she might destroy Aiden, Rowan—everyone. But then—Aiden’s hand squeezed hers, grounding her in the storm. His voice was steady, certain, unshakable. “No,” he said firmly. “You are not the fire, Evelynn. The fire is you.” And with those words, everything shifted. The flames within her no longer felt like chains. They felt like wings. Evelynn raised her hands, and the fire answered. Not in wild, reckless bursts—but in a controlled blaze that lit the storm-torn night like dawn breaking. The creatures hesitated, shadows quivering. Even Cassian faltered, his expression twisting for the first time into doubt.

Whispering into the breeze telling its ancient tale. I've underestimated Gwen I knew right in that moment. A large wave of pale glittering magic surges from her toward Silas and my mates. My heart lurches before I run to them time slows. The soil groans beneath my feet and kicks up behind me as the magic hurls toward my mates. My life. The reason I am here today. I don't think and throw myself in front of them my back to Gwen. A wall of fire shoots from me just as the magic collides with my back. My flesh feels as if it melts from my body but I don't stumble from the blow and hold my wall of fire strong protecting my mates. Two large feathered wings are outstretched. Flames dance from them i

It was like fireworks went off, and I couldn't help but get swept away in the wave of passion. McKenzie groaned deeply as she practically sucked on my tongue. Her fingers slipped out of my hair and let go of my neck before her hands trailed across my skin with a feather-light touch that made my entire body ache for more and settled them behind my thighs before she easily hoisted me up, causing my legs to instinctively wrap around her waist. My arms found their place around her neck, pulling her even closer, as if wanting to merge into her entirely---and god, I really did. Her strong hands cupped my butt cheeks, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as she squeezed them, sending shivers of pleas