MasukMona's POV Tarn's hand was shaking when he called for the vote—not from fear, but from the weight of betraying someone he'd followed for twenty years."I move for temporary reassignment of Phoenix Council leadership during this crisis," he said, his voice cutting through our emergency assembly like a blade through silk. "Mona's emotional proximity to the victims compromises her judgment."The council chamber went silent. Forty-seven phoenixes, the most powerful of our kind, all staring at me like I was suddenly a stranger. Some with pity. Some with doubt. A few with something worse—relief that someone had finally said what they'd been thinking. My son was missing. My sister's daughter was taken. And I, the most powerful phoenix alive, couldn't find one young woman who kept taking our children."Second the motion," came a voice from the back. Kendra, who'd supported every decision I'd made until now. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine."Discussion period," Elder Thorne announced, his ancient
Mona's POV Althea's friends were still smoking when we found them—their clothes burned away, their skin covered in frost-patterns from Vesna's corrupted fire that burned cold instead of hot."She came out of nowhere," the first girl whispered through cracked lips, her eyes unfocused with shock. "Althea was laughing about something, showing us a new spell she'd learned, and then... and then there was ice-fire everywhere."Seven days. Seven days since we'd found the mountain caves empty except for Cassian's blood on the walls and Viktor's claw marks in the stone. Seven days of nothing while Vesna moved through shadows we couldn't pierce. Now this—Selena's daughter taken right from a protected witch path, in broad daylight, with witnesses left alive on purpose."The note," the second girl said, holding out a piece of parchment with shaking hands. "She made us memorize it before she'd let us go. Said if we didn't deliver it word for word, she'd come back."The parchment was ordinary, the
Mona's POVThe phoenix-fire residue was so faint I almost missed it—a single scorched leaf fifty miles north of our territory, carrying Vesna's corrupted signature like a bitter aftertaste."She was here," Nova confirmed, her fingers trembling as she traced the burn pattern. "The Amaya-pattern underneath is unmistakable. Our family's fire, but wrong. Twisted. Like someone took a song and played it backwards."Three days of searching with nothing to show for it. Three days of Cassian in her hands, three days of my grandson's fear soaking into my bones through Rose's empathic connection. Every wolf pack from here to the eastern territories had scouts looking. Selena had mobilized thirteen witch covens to scry for Vesna's location, their crystal balls showing only smoke and shadows—wards too strong for even their combined power to pierce."Witch traitors," Selena had said, her aged face grim. "Some of Alaric's followers survived the purge. Went underground. If they're helping her, she co
Mona's POVThe lock of hair was still warm when I opened the package, as if it had just been cut from Cassian's head moments before appearing on our doorstep.My phoenix fire erupted without warning, consuming the letter before I could finish reading it, but the words were already branded into my mind: "Every week you don't come to me, I take something else from someone you love." Derek's arms wrapped around me from behind, his wolf's strength the only thing keeping me from burning down the entire packhouse in my rage."Breathe," he whispered against my neck. "She wants you to lose control. Don't give her what she wants."But I could smell Cassian on that lock of hair—pine and smoke, wolf and phoenix, my grandson who'd trusted me to keep him safe. Four days of silence, and now this calculated cruelty. The handwriting matched perfectly with the Bloodrose letter Marin had given us weeks ago. Vesna had been planning this before we even knew she existed. Five years, she said. Five years o
Mona's Dawn never came—not for me, watching the horizon while my grandson remained missing, feeling time move like cold honey through my veins.Derek hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. His wolf form had worn grooves in the floor from pacing, and when he shifted back to human, his first words were always the same: "Any word?" The answer never changed. Silence from Vesna. Silence from whatever network she'd built. Silence from Cassian, wherever she was keeping him.Nova had activated every Phoenix Council contact from here to the eastern territories, but phoenixes were dying out—we'd learned that much from the Council's archives. Only seventeen confirmed phoenixes left in the world, most of them old, tired, wanting nothing more than to fade peacefully. They had no information about Vesna, this corrupted phoenix-descendant who burned cold."She's not asking for anything," Marcus said for the hundredth time, standing over our war table covered in maps, marked with every possible location
Mona's POV The horses died under us on the second day, their hearts bursting from the pace I demanded, foam pink with blood coating their mouths as they collapsed.We ran the rest on foot, Derek in wolf form carrying Rose, Nova matching my phoenix-fueled sprint, Ashley clinging to my back despite her weakness. Four days of running while my grandson was missing. Four days of imagining what Vesna was doing to him. Four days of knowing I should have seen this coming.The witch-message from Sophie at Silver Moon had been brief but reassuring—Leon safe, family secured, wards tripled. But Nightshade's silence was a scream that followed us across every mile. Marcus had tried to respond, then nothing. Lyra had sent half a message before it cut off. Even the emergency beacons—the ones we'd established after Alaric's war—had gone dark.When we finally crested the hill overlooking Nightshade territory, the packhouse looked normal. Too normal. No smoke. No bodies. No signs of battle except for t
The fire took everything.My name. My body. My memories. All dissolved into white-hot nothing that burned beyond pain, beyond thought, beyond existence itself. I was a scream without a throat, terror without a mind, agony without flesh.Then Derek's voice, not heard but felt: *I'm here.*His presenc
Mona's POVThe Shadow Walker moved faster than thought. One moment it stood at the edge of the circle, the next its claws were inches from my throat.Derek's wolf form slammed into it mid-leap, but passed right through as if the creature was made of smoke. The Shadow Walker solidified just in time
Mona's POV The glow spread from my core outward, turning my skin translucent like living flame. Father jerked back, but kept the knife at my throat."Impossible," he snarled. "The collar—""Can't stop what's already inside her," a woman's voice rang out. A figure in Academy robes stepped forward,
Mona's POV I woke in chains.Not ordinary chains - these burned against my skin, etched with runes that pulsed with sickly green light. The collar around my neck was worse, a constant weight that made breathing feel like drowning."Ah, sleeping beauty awakens." Selena's voice drifted from the shad







