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567 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 9, 2025
“Mother gave me—us—317 years to build a community that remembers her,” I continued, meeting each of their gazes in turn. “A place where she’s honored, where people call to her when the spaces between stars grow too empty. In return, she didn’t take me beyond the Threshold immediately.”
“You’ve given me back my voice,” he said, the simple statement laden with meaning. “Now let us build something worthy of being spoken of for generations.”
“We did good, didn’t we?” Tomon asked, uncharacteristically reflective. “Built something real.”
“We did.” I squeezed his hand. “Though I remember you mocking the very idea when we started. In fact, I remember you saying you didn’t want any...” I paused. “What did you call them? Ah yes, snot-nosed ankle biters.”
What indeed? Something unprecedented, perhaps. Something dangerous, certainly. Something... valuable.
The beast within stirred again at that thought. Valuable meant worth possessing. Worth protecting. Worth keeping.
Mine, it growled, the possessive instinct of predator toward prize. I silenced it firmly. The girl was not a possession. Not prey. Not a weapon, though she could perhaps become one with proper training.
“Welcome to the Forgotten Arena," he replied, sweeping his arm in a theatrical gesture. "Once the site of Nova Roma's most vicious gladiatorial games, now home to creatures society would rather forget." His grin turned self-deprecating. "Myself included."
Nova Roma? We were that far from the pack territories? Impossible.
"We're not in Nova Roma," I said flatly. "That's thousands of miles from the pack lands."
Tomon raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about Nova Roma?”