Chapter 154
Elowen POV
Stormclaw War Room
An Hour After Verenya’s Warning
“We’re done dancing around this shit.”
My voice cut through the room like a blade. Every head turned toward me, eyes sharp, tired, and still stained with blood or grief from the battlefield. But I was clear. I was decided. And the star beneath my eye pulsed like it agreed.
“If the Blood Goddess is making her move on the land itself, and Raelith’s corrupted fae portals are being used to attack my people, then it’s time we stop trying to patch holes and go straight to the fucking dam.”
Lachlan blinked. “Ye want to confront the High Crown?”
“Yes,” I said. “We go to Elarion Spire.”
Ashrian leaned back in his chair, boots up on the war table like he owned it. “You know how insane that sounds, right?”
“Yup,” I replied. “Still doing it.”
“They haven’t seen a werewolf delegation in over a century,” Rylen muttered, rubbing his temples. “And the last time they did, they tried to collar them and call it peace.”
Daxon growled. “If someone tries to collar me, I will bite their fucking face off.”
“You better,” I smirked.
Bram crossed his arms. “And we’re trusting the Fae royals why?”
“I’m not,” I said honestly. “But they’re still the ruling crown over the Five Elemental Courts. And if we’re going to stop this at the source, we need more than prayer and potions. We need alliances. Power. Access to the fae ley lines. Maybe even a few unstable nobles we can blackmail.”
Lachlan snorted. “I like where this is goin‘.”
We were going to Aetheros. We were going to the fucking fae realm. And that meant we needed glamours, political cover, court friendly armor, ceremonial weapons, protective wards, and a long ass list of how not to get stabbed by a fae protocols.
Taya showed up with scrolls and travel crystals, mumbling, “Hope you like moonstone architecture and passive aggressive insults delivered in song.”
I pulled a robe off one of the racks and held it up. “Do I look like a stuck up royal bitch yet?”
Ashrian whistled low. “Honestly? If you go in there looking like that, half the court will bow, the other half will propose.”
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Daxon stepped behind me, his lips brushing my ear. “And I’ll rip their throats out if they touch you.”
“Gods, you’re all so dramatic,” I muttered, but my pulse jumped anyway.
Bram handed me a belt lined with throwing blades. “You’re not going in there unarmed.”
“Of course not,” I said, strapping it on. “I’m going in charming and armed. That way when I gut someone in the throne room, it’s still technically a diplomatic mission.”
Lachlan raised his hands. “For the record, I love this plan.”
We would enter through the ancient stone circle at the northern ridge, one of the few uncorrupted portals that still shimmered with moonlight instead of blood. Once inside the Fae Realm, we’d travel by leywalk to Elarion Spire, a neutral, floating moonstone city suspended above all five elemental territories.
At its center stood the High Throne, where the Moonveil royals ruled:
High Queen Seraphina Moonveil, elusive, elegant, and older than most mountains. Said to speak to stars and secrets alike.
High King Thandriel Moonveil, cold, calculating, and reportedly fading in both power and influence.
Their word was still law. But that grip? Fracturing. And if Raelith had already sunk her claws into the elemental courts? Then the Spire might not be as neutral as it looked.
I stood at the edge of the portal grove, armor laced, blades hidden beneath flowing green and silver ceremonial robes that hugged every damn curve I had. My mates were beside me, dressed like walking, snarling nightmares the Fae would never forget.
“I know this is risky,” I said, turning to face them. “I know this might be a trap.”
“But if we’re going to stop this before the realms fall into chaos, we need the High Crown.”
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