Embervow

She came back. They didn't. Not entirely.

The vampire is mortal now - grey at his temples, warm hands, learning to grow things after three hundred years of death. The shifter's wolf returned smaller, quieter - more companion than weapon. The fae chose his true face over the restored glamour. The death mage touches a plant and it lives.

Two restored. Two permanently changed. The cost is real.

The gate beneath the academy is failing. The bond must be completed - four claimings, under fire, while something ancient watches from the other side.

Each claiming is a battle and a love scene. Each one seals a crack. Each one costs something that can't be returned.

She will outlive at least one of them. She knows the math. She files it. There will be time for grief later.

Right now, there is a gate to seal, a bond to complete, and four men who gave up what they were so she could become what she is.

The girl who worked two jobs and ate ramen alone walks upstairs. Not because the bond pulls her.

Because she wants to.

Four idiots who can't make eggs are waiting.

The final book in The Embermoon Chronicles. Dark why-choose paranormal romance. HEA earned. Every tear worth it.