Mag-log inEmber Frost’s POVHenry's situation was no less concerning than Lilian's.If anything, the biggest question was whether Henry still existed at all.The fragments of his divided soul had been brought back to the palace in the hope that they could be restored. But on the night we confronted Malachar, something completely unexpected happened.The version of Henry that had remained at the base of the mountain suddenly began to change.His body lost its solid form, melting into something like flowing liquid before slipping away unnoticed. It moved on its own, eventually making its way into Lilian's room.After that, he simply vanished.No one knew where he'd gone or whether the Henry they knew still existed.The investigation team eventually reached one conclusion. They believed Henry hadn't escaped at all. Instead, there was a strong possibility he'd somehow merged with the cocoon.But without being able to examine the cocoon any further, it was impossible to prove. With no new leads to f
Ember Frost’s POVThe next few days passed by in the blink of an eye.I spent most of that time catching up with old friends I hadn't seen in years. It felt good to laugh with them again, even if it took a while to shake off the feeling that I'd only just woken up.On the evening I regained consciousness, Eira was still determined to go through with the plan she'd made before I woke up. She wanted to bring her family to the sanctuary to pray for my recovery.I stopped her before she could make any arrangements."You don't have to anymore," I told her with a smile. "I'm awake."After taking a moment to examine myself, I was certain there was nothing to worry about. My body had recovered, my spirit felt steady, and there was no reason to have her family travel all that way for prayers I no longer needed. It would only put them through unnecessary trouble.To them, the divine fragment was more than a source of power. It was what kept their faith alive, the proof that everything they beli
Ember Frost’s POVOnce everything began to unravel, the consequences spread far beyond those at the heart of the conflict. Pain and devastation rippled outward, touching countless innocent lives. Orion. Eira. The victims who died at Malachar's hands. Even Henry and Lilian, whose broken souls remained trapped inside a dark cocoon. Every one of them became another victim of events no one could have predicted. A single snow-covered mountain had become the turning point that changed all of our lives. And somehow, it had all started with my decision to get back at a school bully in a way that was far more dramatic than it ever needed to be."I'm not going to sit here and pretend I'm responsible for every horrible thing those monsters chose to do," I said quietly. "I'm not that naive. They made their own choices. Their cruelty was theirs, not mine." I paused and let out a slow breath."But I can't stop wondering if things could've turned out differently," I admitted. "Maybe if I'd been m
Ember Frost’s POV“Hey, why am I the one getting tricked every time today?” I blurted, only half-joking.Eira raised both hands in surrender, but the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth gave her away.“I'm not making it up,” she said, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. “It's just... not nearly as dramatic as you're making it out to be. Relax. No one's going to start a war over you or drag your name into some ridiculous rivalry.”She let out another laugh before going on.“Maybe it was like that for the earliest believers,” she said, “back when the old gods were still worshipped. But it isn't like that anymore. At least... not from anything I've ever studied. I've never come across a case where believers became that blindly devoted on their own.”She paused, looking a little more composed than before.“That's why my feelings aren't like that,” she continued. “I respect you. I care about you. I look up to you. But not to the point where I'd get jealous over you.”She smil
Ember Frost’s POVI only learned later that the sanctuary was hidden in a quiet forest, nearly an entire district away from the Lycan pack's territory. It was close enough to their land to keep everyone aware of its presence, yet far enough away to remain neutral ground.That placement hadn't happened by chance. It had been carefully chosen to protect the sanctuary's sanctity while discouraging anyone who didn't belong.I'd always imagined it would be buried deep within Lycan territory or isolated somewhere no werewolf would ever think to look. Finding it so close to the center of their domain caught me off guard.It existed in that narrow space where safety and danger seemed to coexist. Somehow, that made perfect sense.“Doesn’t it worry you that someone could find this place?” I asked, glancing around. “It’s a sanctuary. How hidden can it really be?”Orion simply smiled, looking more amused than concerned.“Why would we need to hide it?” he asked. “This isn’t a place built for secre
Ember Frost’s POVAs the last of the emotions settled, an awkward silence crept in between us.Orion was still holding my hand, but he wouldn't look at me. Instead, he stared intently at the murals covering the sanctuary walls, as if they'd suddenly become the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.The faint blush creeping across his ears gave him away.I had to bite back a smile.The longer the silence stretched, the more uncomfortable he seemed to become. Before it could swallow us both, I decided to put him out of his misery."So..." I said, tilting my head with a faint smile. "Did I hear you right earlier? You called them your believers?"Orion glanced up at me, but the moment our eyes met, he looked away again, the blush on his ears deepening."...Yeah," he admitted with an embarrassed nod."They're your believers," he said quietly. "Your people... the ones who serve you. Your companions."A quiet laugh escaped me, and I shook my head."Don't say it like that," I said with an amu
Ember Frost’s POV“So soon?” I felt a heaviness in my chest as she moved toward the door. Our time together felt too short, and I wished I could hold on to it a little longer. Eira hadn’t come here by choice, but somehow her presence had filled a quiet space in me. “Why don’t we ask one of the gua
Ember Frost’s POVThe thought of my true identity being revealed made my chest tighten, and I couldn’t predict what would happen afterwards. But right now, in this brief, fragile moment, I chose to place my trust in Orion—believing in his strength, his honesty, and the kindness I’d glimpsed in him.
Ember Frost’s POVAfter the Lunar Curtain Hall, basically the werewolf world’s version of the ‘Grand Hall of Fame’, invited them to perform, the theatre group’s name spread like wildfire. The cast soon became well-known, almost like celebrities around the Academy.Several students seemed to sense t
Ember Frost’s POVEira stopped for a moment, still munching on her food, before speaking again. “So, some students were saying that reporters showed up at Ava’s place last night. They camped outside her gate all night long, didn’t leave until her parents got so fed up they had to call the police.”







