Point

red moonlight streams th

out. Hundreds of wolves growl l

pening speech. I walk on

hree times on its surface - the anci

. My mate lies

lieving it is all pa

nd the glass. Messengers from

he side, "Alpha, can w

Ella's hand. It is ice‑cold and rigid - the curse's false veil of life has withered

ss, squeezing h

fainted. I glare at her. She shows me

our old mental link: *Ella, stand. If you rise, I will cut all ties with Seraphina. Now.* The link answe

d pull her hard upward out of the coffin. Dark blood seeps from ben

es on the glass edge. Her

stage, rolling over black rose pe

audience applauds, thinking i

reams. The hall f

ling, I try to fit her he

ated‑mate bond shatters inside my chest,

. She touches Ella's cold arm and

Ella i

led. The mighty Alpha of Blackwood Castle lets ou