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JamieCorey lunged.I barely had time to brace myself before his fist connected with my jaw, knocking my head sideways. A sharp sting spread through my cheek, but I’d taken worse.I reacted instantly, shoving him back before swinging at him, landing a solid hit to his ribs. He grunted but didn’t step away—if anything, it only made him angrier. He came at me again, fists flying, and I met him with the same force.The council chamber erupted into chaos.“Enough!” Aieran barked, but neither of us listened.I grabbed Corey by the front of his shirt, pushing him back as his fists collided with my sides. We hit one of the wooden council tables, sending documents scattering to the floor.“Dammit, stop this!“ one of the council members yelled, but their voices were background noise now.I shoved Corey off me, sending him staggering back, but he recovered fast. He wiped his mouth, breathing hard, and his glare was pure hatred.“You always do this,” Corey spat. “You always think you’re the only
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JamieI couldn’t see.Darkness swallowed me whole, thick and suffocating. My heart pounded in my ears as I struggled to find my footing. The air smelled of blood and damp earth, and the ground beneath me felt uneven, like I was standing in the aftermath of a brutal fight.Then, I heard it.The slow, deliberate crunch of boots against gravel.“Jamie.”My breath hitched.I knew that voice.“Corey?” I called, my voice hoarse.A chuckle echoed around me—low, cold, filled with something wrong.“You don’t look so tough now,” he murmured.I tried to turn toward the sound, but I was met with nothing. I blinked, but the darkness didn’t change.Panic swelled in my chest.I wasn’t just in the dark.I was blind.“Corey,” I rasped, my voice trembling now. “What’s going on? Where are we?”A sharp pain suddenly shot through my skull. I stumbled back, clutching my face.Then, the memory hit me like a sledgehammer.The fight.Corey and I, screaming, throwing punches, fueled by rage neither of us could
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Jamie The morning light did little to chase away the unease curling in my gut. My nightmare clung to me like a second skin, leaving behind a ghostly chill that refused to fade. Even as I sat at the edge of my bed, rubbing my face with my hands, I could still hear Corey’s voice in my head—cold, filled with something off.I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to shake it off. It was just a dream. Nothing more.A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. One of the pack’s healers, a woman named Elena, peeked inside.“You should go see Corey,” she said, her voice softer than usual.I looked up at her, hesitating. “Why?”She sighed, stepping fully into the room. “He’s awake. And… well, you should see for yourself.”Something about the way she said it made my chest tighten.I pushed myself up, my body still sore from everything that had happened. Without another word, I left my room and made my way down the quiet halls of the healer’s ward.Each step felt heavier than the last.I wasn’t
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MaliaI closed the window as silently as possible, careful not to make a sound. My hands were still trembling from my encounter with Ronin, my pulse thrumming in my ears. I had to get back inside before Jude noticed I was gone.With slow, deliberate movements, I turned toward the bed, hoping to slide under the covers and pretend none of this had happened.But the moment I took a step forward, I froze.Jude was already inside my room.Sitting in the chair by the window, his arms were crossed, and his gaze was sharp and unforgiving.I inhaled sharply, my stomach twisting into knots. How long had he been sitting there?"Did you have a good chat?" His voice was calm, almost too calm.I stayed rooted to the spot, trying to school my expression."What are you talking about?" I asked, forcing my tone to be casual.Jude let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. A slow, disappointed shake."Malia," he sighed, rubbing his temple as if I had given him a headache. "You think I wouldn’t notice? Y
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MaliaThe morning light seeped through my curtains, a soft glow spilling into the unfamiliar room. For a moment, I forgot where I was. But then the weight of my new identity crashed down on me. Lia. Jude's so-called daughter. My reflection in the mirror was still jarring. I ran my fingers through my newly golden hair, staring into eyes that weren’t mine. I was used to seeing someone else in the mirror after Jude’s spell, but it still felt like a cruel joke. With a sigh, I turned away from my reflection. There was no use fighting it. Jude had made it clear what was at stake if I tried. I couldn’t afford to let him ruin my parents’ lives or my own any further.I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.Jude stood by the stove, flipping eggs as if he hadn't threatened my entire world just hours ago. "Eat," he ordered, not looking up."I'm not hungry."His eyes flicked to me, sharp as ever. "You have a long day ahead. Act normal."I sat down, barely touching the food, before pushing my pla
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MaliaCorey’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “That being said. Why won’t Rhedd help her grandson?”I glanced up, studying Rhedd’s unreadable expression. She stood by the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on something far beyond what any of us could see. She didn’t flinch at the question, didn’t turn to face him. She just answered, coldly.“Asher shouldn’t even exist,” she said. “He was never meant to. That’s why he’s not important to me.”Her words dropped like a stone in my chest. I blinked, unsure I’d heard her right. Beside me, Jamie stiffened, his jaw clenching. Corey looked stunned, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Amara’s brows knit together, confusion clouding her features.“You’re going to have to explain what you mean by that,” Jamie said.But Rhedd didn’t respond. She turned away from the window and faced us, her expression still unreadable. “Don’t do anything against Ronin,” she warned, voice sharp with authority. “He is the rightful ruler of L
