LOGINEmber Frost’s POVA snowflake drifted down and landed on Eira's cheek. It stayed there.I waited for it to melt, but it didn't.Eira didn't move. Not a breath, not a twitch.I looked at her face, then at her chest, waiting for some sign of life.There was nothing.Eira was dead.No.I looked at her again.Eira was dead.I stared down at her, waiting for something to change. For her chest to rise. For her eyes to open. For someone to tell me I'd gotten it wrong.Nothing happened.I was still holding her, but the cold biting at my skin barely registered.How had it come to this?When?Or had she been slipping away long before I noticed?Snow kept falling.It gathered on the bodies scattered across the battlefield, softening their outlines until they blurred into the white. Every gust of wind covered a little more of them.I looked down at Eira.A few snowflakes had settled in her hair.A bitter wind swept across the battlefield.I blinked.The presence around me was gone.The voices tha
Ember Frost’s POVThe shift on the battlefield was instant.Medina broke away from Malachar without a second thought.One moment she was holding him back, and the next she was beside us, already focused on Eira.But whatever she saw made her expression tighten.That alone told me enough.“Enough of your theatrics,” Medina snapped, turning her glare back to Malachar. The air around her shivered under the pressure of her restrained force. “Call it off. Now. She’s not going to survive this if you keep pushing it.”Malachar didn’t react.Not even a blink.He just stood there, calm in a way that didn’t fit the moment, watching as if everything unfolding in front of him was already decided long ago.“Nothing is going to happen to her,” he said evenly. “That’s normal.”A brief pause followed, like he wasn’t in any rush to finish the thought.“Flesh decays. The soul endures—far beyond what you think can be destroyed.” Medina’s expression darkened.“Don’t talk in riddles,” she said coldly. “E
Ember Frost’s POVMedina’s protective formation held steady around Eira and me, sealing us into a small pocket of calm amid the chaos.Even through the barrier, bits of the conversation kept reaching us.Divine essence.Child.Soul rebirth.I knew what every word meant. That wasn't the problem.The problem was that none of it made any sense togetherFrom what I could gather, Eira had some kind of connection to Malachar in a past life. Maybe she had been his daughter.But the more I thought about it, the less it fit.The way Malachar and Medina spoke to each other didn't sound like family. It definitely didn't sound like former lovers either. If anything, it sounded like something far older and messier than either of those.Yet Malachar had claimed Medina had borne his child through his divine essence. And Medina hadn't denied it.That alone was enough to throw everything into question.I kept trying to make sense of it, forcing the pieces together into something coherent, but every co
Ember Frost’s POVMalachar's smile vanished. My stomach tightened. For a moment, he simply stood there, his expression blank as if every trace of amusement had been stripped away. His jaw tightened briefly before settling again, and an uneasy silence stretched between us.I couldn't look away from him.Neither could he.His eyes remained fixed on mine, steady enough to make my pulse stumble.A shiver slid down my spine.The stare wasn't angry. If anything, that was what unsettled me most. I knew what anger looked like. I knew how to handle contempt.This was different.His gaze lingered on my face, moving slightly as though he were noticing things he hadn't before. Something flickered across his expression and vanished so quickly I couldn't make sense of it.My shoulders tensed.Every instinct urged me to step back.I stayed where I was.The silence dragged on, growing heavier with every second, until the faint crease that appeared between his brows made my breath catch.It was only
Ember Frost's POVI pushed Lunaris outward. It answered at first, but then it wavered. The connection didn’t break, but it slipped out of place, no longer responding the way it should have. The souls still came, just not the way they should have. They drifted around Malachar in uneven fragments, unstable and out of rhythm, not fully obeying my control. Malachar tilted his head slightly, watching them without concern, as if they weren’t worth his attention. “That’s what you came up with?” he asked, sounding almost amused. “All that effort, and they still don’t listen properly.” A flick of his fingers scattered the closest wave of spirits. He didn't even bother avoiding them. My breath caught.My stomach tightened. The spirits weren't resisting him. They were responding to him. A sharp sound cut through the chaos. The High Priestess staggered as black light split the ground beneath her. The souls turned on her instantly. Whatever control I'd had over them was gone. They surged t
Ember Frost’s POVEira slipped the metal seal into her pocket before I could get a better look at it."Explanations later," she said sharply. "We need to move."The urgency in her voice wiped away any questions I had. Around us, injured wolves struggled to their feet while others helped carry those who couldn't walk.As we moved toward the tunnel, I noticed something strange—the glowing threads that had once wrapped the cavern in their silver light were gone. Completely gone, leaving the walls looking ordinary, as if the magic had never existed at all. I glanced at Eira."You did that too?"She shook her head."No. Whatever protected this place was already breaking apart."I looked back at the cavern one last time.Outside, snow swept across the mountainside in restless gusts. The twisted wolves guarding the area were still there, only now they looked lost. They drifted through the snow, low growls rumbling from their throats, eyes darting nervously as if they had forgotten what the
Ember Frost’s POV“Perhaps the Northern Pack holds memories too heavy for her,” the Duke said quietly, his fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. “Alina mentioned wanting to transfer to the Lycan Pack for a change of scenery. I thought some distance might do her good, so I agreed. Maybe she’ll find
Ember Frost’s POV“You don't have to be so shocked, Ember,” my father said with a calm smile. “I'm not so heartless that I would sacrifice my daughter's happiness for political gain."He paused, his expression turning serious. “I’ll admit, the witch is powerful, but let’s not forget, the werewolves
Ember Frost’s POVI turned to Orion, confused. Noticing my expression, he explained calmly, “A long time ago, when the Northern Duke was in love with the lifeweaver witch, she used to make him spiced tea pastries. It became their thing, a symbol of their connection. Since then, he’s always loved th
Eira’s POV"Hey! Good afternoon, Eira!"Ember’s voice always carried that lively energy, regardless of what time of day it was.I closed my book and looked up. “Good afternoon, Ember. What brings you here? Need help with something?"She scratched the back of her neck, offering me a nervous smile. “







