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Here’s how I’m rewarding you, my special readers, and the ink to my pen.

1. Hit a top ranking for a week straight → mass release of 3 Chapters.

2. Send a super gift → mass release of 5 Chapters.

Now for the real mischief, these are the rewards. Also, this is where the real chaos lies.

1. Top interactive reader in a week → gets a shoutout

2. One-time super gift → gets a Chapter dedicated to you.

3. Repeated super gifts → you start getting little spoilers + future hints.

4. Highest Golden Ticket sender of the month (20–30 range) → you get a permanent role in the book

Yes, an actual role. 😅🥹 Immortality secured.

Let’s build this story together 🤍

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Just then, there was a knock on Aire’s door.

Madam knew who it was, so she opened the door before Aire could even fully process it.

King Elijah stood outside.

His presence filled the corridor and immediately changed the atmosphere inside the room.

Behind him, two guards stood at a careful distance, and beyond them, there was more movement.

Madam stepped aside reluctantly. "King Elijah," she said quietly, bowing in respect.

His eyes immediately went past her, and rested on Aire.

Aire stood slowly from her seat. Her expression didn’t change much at first. However, her posture tightened the moment she saw him.

"Come outside," King Elijah said.

Aire frowned slightly. "I’m not—"

"This is not optional," he cut in calmly.

Silence followed his words. Madam shifted slightly, uneasy. Aire exhaled through her nose, then walked forward.

The corridor outside felt colder than usual.

Or maybe it only felt that way because more people were present than necessary.

Elijah led the way, and Aire followed.

Madam stayed close behind her, and further back, there were more guards. Too many guards.

Aire noticed that immediately.

Her steps slowed slightly.

"What is this?" she asked quietly.

No one answered.

They reached a larger chamber near the southern wing. It had been cleared intentionally with the tables pushed aside.

Aire saw a small wooden box on a side table and resting beside it, she saw a simple worn bracelet. Aire’s eyes rested on the bracelet, as if in recognition m

A servant stepped forward quickly, anxious. "King Elijah, I was just—"

Elijah raised a hand. "Wait. Make sure no one from outside walks in on her...."

His voice trailed off, as Aire’s gaze flicked toward the bracelet. Her expression shifted faintly.

Aire stepped closer without fully meaning to.

"I’ve seen this before," she murmured.

Madam immediately stiffened.

"King Elijah—"

However, Aire was already reaching towards the bracelet. Her fingers brushed the bracelet in light contact.

The world broke immediately.

Aire gasped sharply. It struck her like something tearing open behind her eyes. Her body froze instantly. The room around her vanished, and something else replaced it.

And for the hundredth time in her vision, she saw blood. There was too much blood. The stone floors beneath her feet were soaked dark and heavy.

Wolves collapsed in pain. Weapons she had never seen before tore through bodies too fast for healing to matter.

These weapons seemed to belong to humans.

She also saw silver cages lined up in rows with wolves inside them. The wolves were. breathing wrong with their eyes glowing weakly.

They all had their hands pressed against bars that burned them just for touching. Some were still shifting mid-collapse, unable to complete the change.

They were caught between forms, and visibly suffering.

Aire’s breath hitched violently. The vision deepened, and it dragged her further in. She heard voices immediately.

There were lines of bodies, with experimental marks on skin due to failed attempts of whatever sick needs they were used for.

The wolves were discarded and broken tools.

She heard voices. Human voices.

"This batch is unstable." One said.

Another agreed. "Increase dosage."

"No. They die too quickly."

"We need longer suppression."

The conversation went on and on, as they agreed on what to do with the wolves.

Aire’s knees buckled instantly. She snapped off her vision, and hit the floor hard. The real world snapped back to her.

The chamber erupted into chaos.

Candles flickered violently, then exploded outward. Glass cracked along nearby windows, and wooden furniture shifted across the floor as something unseen shoved them.

The air itself trembled.

A pressure spread through the room, unstable, uncontrolled, and violent.

Aire’s power wasn’t visible, but its effect was, and everyone saw it.

Madam rushed forward immediately.

"Aire!"

Elijah stepped back sharply, his eyes narrowing. "What is happening?" he questioned, his eyes sharply fixed on Aire.

A guard stumbled forward. "The room... it’s—!"

The second guard dropped his weapon as it vibrated against his grip.

The bracelet on the floor rattled again, still in contact with Aire’s hand, and still amplifying whatever she had touched.

Aire’s breathing was quick, short, and fast.

Her hands pressed against her own head as if she could physically stop what was inside it.

"Stop." she whispered, but the vision wasn’t done with her.

More images flashed within her gaze range. She saw a council room with plans spread across tables.

She saw maps, routes, human signatures, and wolf territories marked like targets.

And then she saw the faces of wolves. She recognized a few in passing, and they were being taken.

Aire let out a strangled sound. Her power surged again. The chandeliers above them trembled violently.

One snapped free and crashed into the floor inches away from a guard. Panic erupted instantly. Guards shouted commands to restrain her.

Madam tried to reach Aire but stopped when the air pushed her back slightly.

At the doorway, Michelle stood there, watching, and completely stilled. She never thought the extent of Aire’s power to be this much.

Unlike the others, there was no alarm on her face, or a rush to intervene. Her eyes tracked Aire’s collapse.

She stared at the shaking room, then the bracelet. The bracelet belonged to the previous Luna, and she had placed it there out of instinct. She never expected it to work.

Aire lifted her head slightly.

Her vision blurred. She saw enough people running, shouting, and trying not to get caught, as fear spread among them. More silver pins were fired at them, stopping their healing abilities.

Aire tried to stop seeing whatever she saw, yet she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t even understand it fully.

"Stop it!" Madam shouted.

But it wasn’t clear who she was speaking to.

Aire’s power continued to ripple faintly through the room. The wooden floor creaked under invisible strain.

Elijah stepped forward cautiously now. "Aire," he said sharply. "Release it." He ordered.

However, Aire didn’t hear him properly. Her eyes were unfocused, still trapped in overlapping visions of blood, cages, weapons, and wolves screaming.

She couldn’t tell if she was seeing the past, or the future.