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The one who’d been shouting orders. The one who commanded a soldier to cut off Zane’s head. His eyes were wide, blank with something that wasn’t fear. His feet moved like he wasn’t the one controlling them.
He walked through his own army without resistance. Past the kneeling wolves. Past the stunned Hounds. Right up to the base of the platform I stood on.
His face was slack. Empty. But not dead.
He looked up at me like I was his salvation.
“My Goddess,” he whispered.
The words didn’t feel like his. They echoed too deeply, touched with something older than language.
“Command it,” he said. “Say the word, and we will all slit our throats for you.”
My jaw clenched, eyes lowering to Zane, and then to the rest of them.
It was what they deserved. Every single one of them.
All of them deserved to die.
-LIA’S POV-
The world didn’t move.
No wind. No breath. Just a silence so loud it hurt.
Zane lay at my feet.
Still. Cold. Beautiful, even in death.
His blood had soaked into the earth. His body didn’t rise. His chest didn’t move. And the part of me that used to believe in miracles was gone.
I looked down at my hands.
They were glowing, shaking, rimmed with silver and light. My skin buzzed with energy, like the universe had poured every star it had left into me. Or rather, the moon itself.
I didn’t feel human. I didn’t feel wolf.
I felt like ruin.
Around me, the battlefield was frozen. Wolves knelt. Witches stilled. Humans-the Order-watched with wide, hollow eyes, waiting for a verdict. Waiting for a god to decide their fate.
Because that’s what they thought I was now.
Divine.
Untouchable.
The man who’d spoken first-the commander who’d tried to take Zane’s head-was still kneeling. His face blank. His hands outstretched, trembling.
“Command it,” he had said. “Say the word, and we will all slit our throats for you.”
The power inside me roared at the invitation.
It wanted blood.
It wanted to make them pay for everything. For Zane. For the life they’d taken. For the wolves they’d burned. For the girls who’d screamed. For the lives they’d broken.
I could do it.
Right here. Right now.
End them all.
But I looked down again.
Zane.
I remembered the way he looked at me. The way he used to smile when he thought I wasn’t watching. The way he held me at night-like I was the only thing that kept him breathing.
His grin. His stupid jokes.
The bright shade of his eyes which could shame the sky itself.
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. My throat burned.
He wouldn’t want this.
He’d never wanted power for the sake of power. He didn’t fight for pride. He didn’t hurt because he could. He hurt because he had no other choice.
And that was why they followed him.
That was why I loved him.
I closed my eyes.
The magic pulsed. It demanded a voice. It didn’t care about mercy or grief. It just wanted purpose.
So I gave it one.
“All of you,” I said, loud enough to split the air, “leave.”
Silence.
“You are done,” I continued. “You will return to your homes. You will not follow us. You will not raise another weapon against wolves, witches, or anything else that breathes.”
The power surged. The platform beneath my feet trembled.
“And if you try-” I opened my eyes, stared straight at the commander, “you’ll slit your own throats before the thought finishes forming.”
A pause.
Then movement.
The soldiers broke. First in silence. Then in panic. Guns dropped. Helmets hit the ground. Some of them ran. Others crawled.
None of them looked back.
They didn’t need to.
They knew what they’d seen.
They didn’t flee a girl.
They fled something else.
A goddess.
The Moon-born.
Daughter of Selene.
When the last of them was gone, the world stayed quiet.
The power in me flickered.
Dimmed.
But didn’t leave.
It was still there-lingering, pulsing-watching through me. And as I sank back down beside Zane’s body, it didn’t mourn. It didn’t ache. It only waited.
I pressed my forehead to his.
“You should be here,” I whispered. “You should’ve seen it. I did what you would’ve done. I controlled it.”
He didn’t answer.
Of course he didn’t.
Because he was dead.
And even gods couldn’t fix that.
More tears left my eyes. I gritted my teeth, pressing a hand to his chest even though I already knew. No heartbeat. No warmth. Just silence.
And then-not sound.