Celestial Reckoning

The ruins trembled beneath them.

Mia’s breath was shallow, her heartbeat a thunderous rhythm in her ears. The woman’s words echoed through her, stirring something ancient in her soul.

Celestial. Voidborn. Opposites, yet connected.

She had spent her whole life believing she was just a wolf—just another shifter trying to survive. But this? This was something else entirely.

She wasn’t just an elemental.

She wasn’t just a shifter.

She was something that wasn’t supposed to exist.

And the voidborn in front of her knew it.

The woman’s electric-blue eyes gleamed with something between amusement and understanding. “I can see the questions in your eyes, Celestian. You feel the truth, don’t you? You were never meant to be just a wolf.”

Mia clenched her jaw. The power inside her, that hum of starlight coursing through her veins, responded.

“Enough riddles,” she bit out. “Who are you?”