Emily's POV “I am its architect.” His voice sharpened. “I bled to carve this world and you—you ungrateful little thing—think you can reshape it just because you wear a crown?”I stepped forward, shoulders square despite the ache in my belly. “This pack is mine. And you’re just a bitter shadow crawling through the cracks.”His smile died.In one breath, he was before me. He struck.I barely blocked the blow, steel singing as I summoned my power—shadow and flame pulsing from my palms. Our magic collided, shattering the air with a boom that knocked down the throne room’s torches. I stumbled, catching myself against the wall as he advanced again.“You’re weak, Emily. You’ve always been,” He spat, raising a blackened blade—ancient and cursed.“No,” I growled, blood in my mouth. “You just never expected me to survive.”I launched my power again, this time from the core of me—fueled by rage, by memory, by the child I hadn’t even held yet. Fire burst across the room, smashing into him and se
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