Chapter 331
A thin shield slowed her enough for Ellie to get an arm around her throat from behind.
Ellie locked her grip as hard as she could. Felicity clawed at her, roared in rage. When she couldn’t throw Ellie off easily and fell straight back, slamming Ellie onto the ground and landing on top of her.
Ellie groaned at the impact, and her grip faltered.
Felicity jumped to her feet again and looked down at Ellie, her face twisting in malicious delight at seeing her vulnerable state.
She took a step closer. Ellie struggled to get up. Her legs gave out. She was an easy target. Panic surged through her, but she just couldn’t get her limbs to move fast enough.
She threw her head back and screamed-a sound so raw and unhinged it silenced even the storm for half a heartbeat. Her body convulsed, bones shifting violently as her form warped between human and wolf, neither fully settling.
Her gaze locked on Ellie.
Pure fixation.
Ellie pushed away from the wall, lifting her hands even as her vision swam. “Felicity,” she said hoarsely. “Stop. This ends now.”
Felicity laughed.
It was a broken, fractured sound, stripped of anything human. “You hear them?” she snarled. “They’re calling for blood.”
Then she moved.
She launched herself across the space between them with terrifying speed, all fangs and claws and annihilating rage, a living weapon aimed straight at Ellie’s heart.
Ellie felt it felt the inevitability of it-too exhausted, too slow, magic flaring too late to form a proper shield.
This is it.
Time fractured.
A blur of motion cut through her peripheral vision.
Light flared-silver-white, unmistakable.
And Alaric stepped into the path of death.
He didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t shout.
Didn’t look back.
He simply moved.
Felicity’s claws struck home with bone-shattering force, tearing through flesh, through Moonstone armor, through a body that had already chosen this ending.
The sound was awful-wet and final.
Alaric staggered once.
Then fell.
The world seemed to inhale sharply.
Blood-dark and unmistakable-spilled across the stone floor, steaming faintly as it soaked into ancient runes etched deep into the packhouse foundation.
Moonstone blood.
The storm screamed.
Magic surged violently, ripping outward in a blinding wave that slammed Felicity back like a physical blow. She howled in fury and pain, skidding across the floor as power she couldn’t control tore free from her grasp.
Ellie screamed.
“NO-!”
Cassian felt it like his heart had been torn from his chest.
“Dad!” he roared, breaking from the doorway despite Rae’s cry, stumbling toward Alaric’s fallen form.
Nolan froze at the top of the stairs.
For the first time since the battle began, disbelief cracked through his fury. “Alaric-!”
The goddess’s presence expanded.
The storm faltered.
For one impossible moment, everything stilled.
And then-
The vision came.
Cassian and Ellie saw it at the same time.
Not with their eyes.
With their souls.
Alaric stood upright, whole and uninjured, gazing down at his own still body with quiet acceptance. There was no pain in his expression. No regret.
Only peace.
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Beside him stood their mother.
Selene.
She held his hand, fingers interlaced, her face radiant and soft with love that had never faded.
She leaned into him, forehead resting against his shoulder, and smiled at her children with infinite tenderness.
You are not alone.
Then light folded inward.
They were gone.
The vision vanished like mist in sunlight.
The goddess withdrew, power settling into something vast and satisfied.
The storm outside began to break.
Thunder rolled one final time-then faded, rain easing from a torrent to a steady fall.
Felicity screamed again, but this time it wasn’t rage.
It was loss.
Something essential had been ripped away, leaving her shrieking and unmoored as the force that had driven her finally abandoned its vessel.
She collapsed to her knees, clawing at the floor, sobbing and snarling in equal measure.
The
rogues faltered.
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