Afterglow
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  • Reads 8,931
  • Votes 372
  • Parts 46
  • Time 9h 32m
Complete, First published Feb 04, 2021
Mature
Ten years after accepting the mating bond, Elain is having visions that are both foreboding and devastating, which has begun to drive a wedge between her and Lucien. Elain's visions are accompanied by a mysterious and sinister voice, taunting her with her worst fears. Her strength to resist its constant attempts to isolate her from her loved ones is waning... and she isn't sure how much longer she can ignore the whispering inside her mind.

Meanwhile, Lucien's mother has finally decided the time has come to leave Autumn behind. With help from Eris, Lucien and his friends help his mother reunite with Helion. In doing so, Helion finally learns the truth about who Lucien is to him. Beron rages after his discovery that his wife has left him. His response is rash and drastic, causing all seven courts of Prythian to take notice-and action.
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