Hunted Hybrid – Aegis War Saga 1
Chapter 155
Daxon nodded. “And if they’re already compromised?”
“Then we’ll burn the fucking Spire down,” I said.
Ash smirked. “Now that’s my queen.”
The portal shimmered, pale silver and soft, but humming with old, wild power. Lachlan offered his hand. “Shall we go meet the gods and monsters, mo ghrá?”
I took it. And stepped through. The portal opened with a sound like breath drawn through glass. Cool wind struck my face first, soft and perfumed, full of magic, laced with something old. Then came the light. Blinding, silver white moonlight shining down from above where the Spire floated in eternal dusk. Crystalline bridges stretched across endless sky, suspended by runes and magic so refined it didn’t hum,
it sang.
Elarion Spire. Crown of the Fae Realm. Home of the High Court of Aetheros. And we were about to fuck up their peace and quiet.
I stepped onto the glowing moonstone platform, my ceremonial armor glinting silver and green, the star beneath my eye pulsing faintly. My cloak billowed behind me, enchanted for travel, reinforced with runes, and heavy with weight I didn’t feel until this moment.
Behind me came my mates:
Ashrian, all shadow and blades, his cloak swirling around him like smoke, his eyes locked on every fae in sight.
Daxon, armored, furious, and radiating that alpha wolf heat like a silent warning.
Bram, massive in his dark leathers, war axe strapped to his back, his gaze cold and calculating.
Lachlan, regal and terrifying, his mage robes laced with elemental thread and his brogue sharp as the daggers at his belt.
But we weren’t alone.
The Spire floor rumbled slightly beneath the weight of our arrival. Because I didn’t come with courtiers. I came with an army.
Alpha King Draven and Luna Aelira, in their royal armor, moon forged and gold lined, their presence sharp enough to wound.
King Halrik and Luna Nira, all bear strength and ancient fury, dressed in deep forest green with silver crests glowing at their throats.
Isolde and Alaric, coven mother and father, walking like divine wrath and prophecy made flesh.
Taya and Rylen, hand in hand, her hair wild, his wolf barely beneath the surface.
Jace and Amaris, quiet and focused, walking shoulder to shoulder with weapons cloaked but ready.
And behind them, a full strike team of twenty wolves, cloaked and armored. Silent. Deadly. Three elite mages, their palms glowing faintly, each carrying divine tokens from their patron temples. We didn’t come to beg. We came to remind them who the fuck we are.
A row of Fae guards stood along the landing, their golden armor flawless, and their faces unreadable. Their captain bowed stiffly as we
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approached.
“You stand at the gates of Elarion Spire, sacred crown of Aetheros,” he announced. “By decree of High Queen Seraphina and High King Thandriel, you are granted audience under the laws of truce.”
Ashrian muttered behind me, “Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The Fae captain looked like he wanted to say something smart, but one glance at my mates, and the fully armed delegation behind me, and he thought better of it.
I lifted my chin. “We come with urgent divine cause. And we’ll leave with answers. Or fire.”
He swallowed. “Follow me.”
We moved through the Spire like an omen. Every crystal corridor glittered with magic. Floating staircases adjusted for our stride. Fae citizens peered through archways, wide eyed and whispering. Wolves. Bears. Witches. Warriors.
In their city. Not a threat. Not yet. But we were no one’s guests. We were a reckoning.
At the top of the glass moonbridge, two thrones waited. White as death. Tall as gods. And seated there,
High Queen Seraphina Moonveil, her gown stitched from starlight and ice, her hair falling like silver rain, her eyes ancient and unreadable.
High King Thandriel Moonveil, dark robed, his expression carved in shadow and judgement, hands folded atop a long crystal scepter etched with old lunar script.
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