Chapter 48 Chapter 48
Sable’s POV
Memory hit me like drowning.
It was not pieces or flashes but everything all at once.
A thousand voices.
A thousand lives.
A thousand moons rising over kingdoms I no longer recognized.
Pain tore through my skull as silver fire burned around my body, lifting me above the broken clearing.
And suddenly, I wasn’t in the forest anymore.
I was somewhere else.
Somewhere that was older.
A throne of white stone that stood beneath an endless moon was before me.
Wolves knelt.
Dragons bowed.
Blood ran through silver rivers.
And at the center of it all was me.
No.
Her.
The first Queen.
The woman standing on that throne looked just like me but she wasn’t me.
Her silver hair moved like light itself, her eyes carrying centuries of power and loneliness.
And beside her stood another.
A shadow that was very beautiful, terrible and familiar.
The Fallen.
Before she fell.
Before she became... that.
My chest tightened painfully.
I knew her I could feel it.
Not from this life but the life from before.
We were sisters.
The truth struck so hard my breath stopped.
She was my sister.
Not by blood but by creation and by power.
The first throne had made two Queens.
One was to rule the world and the one was to balance it.
But the balance had broken and she had fallen.
The vision shattered after showing me everything.
I gasped violently as I returned to the clearing, still suspended in silver flames.
Everything below me looked smaller and farther away.
Leonidas, Caius, Kael, Zander, Malrik and the dragon.
They were all staring at me, waiting to see what would happen with a terrified expression. And beneath that fear was hope.
The Fallen looked up at me smiling softly, like she had finally found what she was looking for.
"You remember", she said with a confident voice.
My voice came out strange.
It was layered, not just mine like different voices combine together.
"Yes."
Leonidas took a step forward.
"Sable."
His voice grounded something inside me.
It pulled me. Reminded me of something.
Me.
Not the Queen.
Not the throne.
Me.
I looked at him and for a second, the silver fire around me weakened.
But the Fallen saw it.
And laughed.
"Still anchored by love."
Her smile widened.
"That was always your weakness."
The old memories surged again.
The battles, the loss and the betrayal. I saw her falling into shadow.
Saw myself cast judgment, saw the throne break, saw the world split into packs and kingdoms because of it.
The dragon bowed its massive head.
"The Queen has awakened."
No.
Not just awakened but returned.
And that terrified me.
Because if those memories were mine then what else was?
Who else was I?
The silver flames lowered me gently to the ground.
The earth beneath my feet cracked with light.
Leonidas moved toward me but stopped because my power pushed him outward.
Not violently but automatically and protectively.
He frowned.
"Sable?"
I looked at my hands.
Silver veins pulsed beneath my skin and it felt alive, felt ancient.
And for the first time—
I understood the throne.
It wasn’t just a seat, it was a force.
A living will.
A thing that chooses.
And it had chosen me.
Again.
The Fallen stepped closer.
"They lied to you."
Her voice softened.
"The throne was never meant for one."
The dragon growled deeply.
"Do not listen."
But I could feel truth in her words, the pieces of truth which were dangerous truth.
"Two Queens," I whispered.
The Fallen smiled.
"Yes."
Caius stiffened.
"What?"
I looked at him.
The words came from memory.
"Creation and destruction."
Leonidas’s eyes narrowed.
"What does that mean?"
The Fallen answered.
"It means she was never meant to rule alone."
Her eyes locked onto mine.
"We were made together."
The dragon roared.
"And you betrayed balance!"
The Fallen’s smile vanished.
"Balance?"
For the first time, anger cracked through her calm aura.
"Balance was chains."
Silver–black energy exploded from her body, shaking the forest. The rogue wolves behind her dropped instantly.
Not in fear or in submission but more like they are being forced.
Her eyes burned.
"They made us choose."
Her gaze fixed on me.
"They made you choose."
More memories slammed into me.
A war.
The throne splitting, her reaching for me and me turning away casting her out.
My stomach twisted because I remembered now.
I had abandoned her.
Not because I hated her but because I feared what she would become.
And now—
here she was.
Exactly everything I feared.
Leonidas stepped closer again. This time pushing through the force around me.
His hand caught mine and they felt warm, real and grounding around it.
His voice dropped.
"Look at me."
I did and suddenly the memories surrounding me slowed down, the noise quieted and the chaos settled just enough.
"You’re here," he said.
"Now."
Yes that right—not then.
But now and that mattered.
The Fallen watched with cold understanding.
"He anchors you."
Zander’s eyes sharpened.
"That’s dangerous."
Caius moved beside me protectively as always.
"Stay away from her," he said.
The Fallen looked at him and something flickered through her eyes.
Recognition.
Deep recognition.
Her head tilted.
"You."
Caius froze.
The Fallen smiled slowly.
"You carry his blood."
Silence.
My heart stopped.
What?
Whose blood?
Caius’s face went pale.
Leonidas looked between us.
"What is she talking about?"
The Fallen’s smile deepened.
"The Shadow King."
Caius’s jaw tightened.
"Don’t."
But it was too late, the truth was already moving.
The dragon’s eyes widened.
"Impossible."
Caius looked furious.
At her, at himself and definitely at all of us.
Zander folded his arms.
"Well."
Kael blinked.
"Anyone else hiding ancient bloodlines?"
I stared at Caius.
"What does she mean?"
His silence answered first.
Then—
"My father."
His voice was low and heavy like he was forcing himself to speak.
"Wasn’t human."
I laughed once.
Disbelieving.
"None of us are human anymore."
But he didn’t smile.
"My father was the Shadow King."
The Fallen nodded.
"The one who broke the gates."
More memory hit.
A king of darkness.
A war against the throne.
And Caius was his blood.
My head hurt.
Too much.
Too much truth that were coming too fast.
Leonidas’s hand tightened around mine.
Stay here.
Stay with me.
Though he didn't speak I could feel his words so I held onto it.
The Fallen stepped closer.
"We’re all pieces of the same war."
The dragon growled.
"That war ended."
The Fallen laughed bitterly.
"No."
Her silver–black eyes burned.
"It slept."
The forest shook.
A deep rumble came from beneath us making the earth splitting.
Again.
But this wasn’t dragon movement.
This was something bigger, older.
Something that was waking.
Malrik rose fully now, blood on his mouth, his eyes hard.
"What did you do?"
The Fallen smiled.
"I called it."
Kael growled.
"Called what?"
The ground cracked wider as silver light burst from beneath. Ancient symbols burned into the earth.
The dragon’s wings spread violently.
"No."
Fear.
Real fear.
The Fallen looked almost joyful.
"The throne."
My breath caught.
Impossible.
The throne?
Here?
The ground exploded.
Stone erupted from the earth.
White.
Silver.
Ancient.
A massive structure rose beneath the clearing like something buried for centuries.
A throne.
It was very beautiful but terrifying alive.
And the moment it appeared every part of me reacted.
My blood.
My bones.
My soul.
I could feel it calling me.
The dragon bowed instantly.
Malrik’s wolves dropped to one knee.
Even Kael stumbled but Leonidas fought it.
Growling and resisting it's force.But he stayed standing.
Caius too while Zander remained untouched.
The Fallen turned toward it with hunger.
"There."
Her voice shook.
"Home."
The throne pulsed.
Silver light spreading like roots beneath the earth.
And then I could hear—a voice not from the throne but from inside me.
An ancient familiar voice that was telling me to; 'Claim it'.
I staggered back a little.
Leonidas caught me.
"No."
His voice was sharp.
"Don’t listen."
But it wasn’t that easy.
The throne was calling me.
Like it belonged to me, like it remembered me.
The Fallen stepped toward it.
So did I.
But not willingly, more like I was pulled, drawn towards it.
Two Queens.
One throne.
The dragon roared.
"It cannot hold both!"
The Fallen smiled.
"Then one will break."
That’s when I understood.
This was never about reunion and never about the truth.
She brought me here for one thing.
To finish what started before.
To claim the throne. Or destroy me while trying.
Leonidas stepped in front of me.
Blocking my path.
"You’re not going."
The throne’s pull fought against him.
Against us both.
The Fallen laughed.
"You can’t stop destiny, wolf."
Leonidas bared his teeth.
"Watch me."
The throne pulsed again.
Harder and stronger.
And then—its voice echoed across the clearing.
Cold.
Ancient.
Final.
Only one Queen may sit.
The words shattered through the entire world.
The Fallen’s smile widened.
And behind us—
the throne began choosing.