SCARLETT
Moonlight swallowed everything, walls, floor, even the air in my lungs.
No Kael.
No Darius.
No Lucien.
Only endless silver, soft as mist and sharp as a blade.
My crescent mark throbbed in time with a colossal heartbeat.
Mine, the ancient wolf-voice whispered, neither male nor female, vast as the sky. You carry what was lost. You decide what remains.
I tried to speak but no sound came. Images bloomed instead. Kael wreathed in flame, shielding his warriors as the keep crumbled.
Darius drives lightning through a legion of shadow-wolves. Lucien, eyes black as a moonless night, reaching for me not to destroy, but to bind.
Three paths, the voice intoned. One world. You may save only one heart fully. The others… will break.
The silver plain rippled.
Three doors appeared, eac
