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Part 1: Corvin Teaches His Former Captain the Asking Method While Three Lords’ Scouts Watch**Day 25, Hour 5. The ridge had new watchers.Not Corvin’s spears. Three lords’ scouts. Red spear, iron crown, black wolf not Corvin’s. Glass turned toward the gate.Corvin didn’t hide. He knelt at the spare anchor with his former captain.“Lesson one,” Corvin said. Voice still rough from 60 years of commands. “Ask first.”The captain stared at the chalk like it was a blade. “My lord… we command stone. That’s how borders stay.”“Command broke 12 borders last winter,” Corvin said. “I watched it. I did it.”He guided the captain’s hand to the stone. Not force. Just guidance. “Say it with me,” Corvin said. “Hold… if you remember mending.”The captain’s voice cracked. Old order voice, used to roaring. “Hold… if you remember mending.”The anchor glowed faint green. Scars lit up, then settled.On the ridge, the scouts wrote in their ledgers. Not numbers of spears. Words they didn’t understand.Cor

It started with the wolves.Three days after Aria’s first lesson, the Citadel’s scout wolves stopped reporting in. All of them. At once.“That doesn’t happen,” Kade said, staring at the empty map on the war table. “Not even when the Council was at its worst. Wolves don’t just… vanish.”Darius slammed his fist on the table. “Unless something took them.”Aria was asleep in my arms, but even in sleep her gold eyes moved restlessly under her lids. Like she was dreaming. Or like she was seeing something we couldn’t.The Moonstone on the pedestal beside us had been cold and dark since the warning. Until now.It pulsed once. Faint. Like a distant heartbeat.Lyra, who’d been studying the old archives nonstop since the battle, looked up from her books with pale face. “I found something. In Lyra’s records. The erased Moonblood Queen.”We all turned to her.“The darkness,” Lyra said, voice shaking. “It has a name. The Void. It’s older than Lycans. Older than the Moon. The old texts call it the H

They came at dawn.Not the Fae. Not the Vampires. Not the Witches alone.All of them.The horizon was a wall of color and magic and malice. Black Vampire banners with red moons. Green Fae banners that shimmered like leaves in wind. Purple Witch banners marked with silver runes. And in the center, the Arcane Council’s silver sigil. Magister Thorne hadn’t been lying about them mobilizing.I stood on the Citadel walls with Darius, Kade, and Elias at my back. Aria was safe in the deep vaults with Roric and the healers. Elias had fought me on it for 10 minutes until I looked at him and said: “The shield protects the blade. You can’t do that if you’re dead.”He’d hated it. But he’d agreed.“They’re bluffing,” Kade said, but his voice wasn’t sure. “They can’t really attack. Not all at once. Not without starting a war that burns every realm.”“They will if they think the risk is worth it,” Darius said grimly. “Moonblood is worth it to them.”Below us, 5,000 Lycans stood in formation. Our en

We started training at sunrise. No time to waste. Not after the Moonstone’s warning and that vision of darkness. Not after Aria threw a 400-year-old Magister across a room like he weighed nothing. The training grounds were a mess from the battle, so we used the inner courtyard. Stone walls on all sides, healers on standby, and Roric watching from a cot because he refused to miss this even with a broken spine. Aria was in the center, sitting on a blanket with her tiny hands on her knees. She was 3 weeks old now, but she looked bigger somehow. Stronger. Her gold eyes tracked everything with that unsettling focus that made my skin crawl. Elias stood to her left as the shield. Kade stood to her right as the “what not to do” example. Darius and I stood in front of her. “We’re not teaching her to fight,” I said firmly, looking at all of them. “We’re teaching her to control. Moonblood reacts to emotion. So step one is learning to feel without losing control.” Darius nodded and kne

The moment Alpha Kade’s eyes met mine across the pack circle, I knew. I was wrong. Dead wrong to think eighteen years of loyalty, of stitched wounds and midnight patrols, would matter more than the wolf I didn’t have. “Elara of Silverfang,” Kade’s voice boomed, cold as the mountain stone beneath my bare feet. “The Moon Goddess made a mistake.” The crowd of three hundred pack members went silent. Even the wind held its breath. “You are wolf-less. Empty.” He stepped closer, and the bond I’d cherished since we were children went ice-cold in my chest. “I, Alpha Kade of Silverfang, reject you, Elara, as my mate.” Pain isn’t a strong enough word. It was a blade of frozen fire, carving out my ribs, shredding the fragile thread that tied my soul to his. I gasped, knees hitting stone. The pack’s scent—pine, blood, disgust—choked me. His Luna, Mira, smirked from his side. Her wolf, a sleek silver beauty, yipped in triumph. “Finally,” she whispered, loud enough for everyone. “Our Al

His mouth crashed into mine. There was no hesitation, no softness. Darius kissed like he ruled — demanding, scorching, a brand that erased every cold word that Kade had spoken.His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head exactly where he wanted, and a sound I didn’t recognize tore from my throat. It wasn’t pain, It was relief. For three heartbeats, the world narrowed to heat and silver and the terrifying safety of his arms. His tongue traced my bottom lip, asking, not taking, and Goddess help me, I opened for him. He tasted like winter storms and power. Like coming home to a place I’d never been. The curse. The stories said any woman he kissed would be dead by sunrise. I should have been terrified. Instead, my hands fisted in the black tactical fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. If I died at dawn, at least I’d die knowing what it felt like to be *wanted*. Darius growled, the sound vibrating from his chest into mine. His other hand spanned my waist, fingers splaying a