Fiona's pov The forest was still now. Silent in a way that didn’t feel natural.Not a bird’s wing or a breeze. Just the steady drip of blood from Logan’s shirt onto the ground and the sound of my own heartbeat breaking apart inside my chest.“Logan…”His name had become a prayer. A plea. A lifeline I was desperately trying to throw across the space between this world and whatever edge he was standing on.He didn’t stir.His body lay motionless, his skin too pale under the open sky. The blood had soaked through his side and darkened the earth beneath him, but even that seemed distant now faded, like the moment was trying to forget itself.I had screamed. I had fought. I had thrown power like I had no limit, no control, no care and it still hadn’t been enough.Now the adrenaline was gone. The magic inside me quiet and I was just… empty.I sat by his side, one hand holding his, the other pressed over the deep wound at his ribs. My fingers had long since stopped glowing. There was no lig
Fiona's pov The fog clung to the treetops like a warning no one could read.Something was wrong.Not the kind of wrong you could explain. The kind that lived in your bones.I stood on the manor’s back steps with bare arms crossed, the early light spilling pale and cold across the woods. Logan had gone out before dawn, quiet and alone, despite everything. Despite what we’d learned about Rowan, about Mia.He said he needed to clear his head.But I felt it before anything else. Like something inside me tore.I stumbled, clutching the doorframe as the breath left my lungs.Then I ran.The ridge woods were quieter than they should’ve been. The wind held its breath, the trees watching.I followed the scent first was Logan’s blood.It led me to the clearing.He lay still in the grass, crumpled and unmoving. His shirt was soaked through, his chest rising in faint, shallow pulls. Red streaked the ground beneath him, too much to make sense of.“Logan!”I dropped to my knees, my hands hovering
Fiona's pov“Do you love me?”His voice shattered the quietness between us.I stopped in the hallway like someone had punched the breath from my lungs.Logan stood at the far end, shoulder against the wall, his eyes dull like burnt-out stars. He wasn’t bleeding anymore, not on the outside. But the bandage around his side and the set of his jaw told me the wound Mia left behind went deeper than I’d realized.I swallowed hard. “Logan…”“Don’t lie.”The ache in his voice made it worse.“I’m not lying.”“You’re not telling the truth, either.”I closed my eyes. The wind outside howled through the eaves, but it was nothing compared to the storm I felt brewing in my chest. I took a step forward, then stopped, then took another.“I care about you,” I said. “You know that.”“That’s not what I asked.”I hated him for that. For being brave enough to say it out loud while I still hadn’t found the courage to admit what I couldn’t feel. Or maybe… what I was afraid to feel.He looked at me like he a
Fiona's pov “He should’ve been back by now.”I said it aloud this time, not just in my head, and my voice came out sharper than I meant it to. My eyes locked on the door like I could will it open, but it didn’t move. Just the hollow creak of the wind outside and the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.Rowan sighed behind me. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”“And twenty minutes ago, he should’ve already been here.”“He knew what he was doing, Fi....”I spun on him. “Did he?”Rowan froze mid-step. His dark eyes narrowed a little, and I could tell I’d struck a nerve, but I didn’t care. I was too far past politeness. Too far past pretending I wasn’t ready to tear the walls down if it meant finding Logan.“He went to Mia, Rowan,” I said, voice tight. “That’s not a ‘quick talk.’ That’s walking into a nest with your throat already exposed.”Rowan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at me like he wanted to argue but knew better. I hated that. I hated the silence more than
Fiona's pov“Logan should’ve been back by now.”The wind was sharp on the cliffs, the scent of brine cutting through the pine trees. I stood on the jagged ridge that overlooked the sea, eyes locked on the distant border where our land bled into theirs. The opposite pack’s territory that was once neutral, now a fraying line between peace and provocation.He went to warn them, and went alone.I gripped the ridge’s edge, stone biting into my palms.“I told him not to go,” I muttered.Lila, behind me, shifted her weight. “You told him, and he went anyway. That’s what makes him Logan.”“That’s what makes him reckless.”“He’s trying to keep you safe, Fi.”I clenched my jaw.That wasn’t the part I was angry about.I was angry because he didn’t take me with him.Because if there was ever a time not to face Mia’s remaining allies alone… it was now.He went to them under a white banner. One last chance to settle the unrest. One final warning.But their loyalty was fraying.Too many of Mia’s old
Fiona's pov “Something’s wrong,” Kael said.He was crouched in the dead grass, gloved fingers brushing the edge of the circular stone embedded in the earth. The seal was so faded it barely looked like anything at all, just another forgotten mark worn down by wind and time.But I could feel it.I didn’t need to see the runes. I could feel them under my skin.I stepped closer, ignoring the sharp whisper of Logan’s warning behind me.“Careful,” he said, rising to his feet.I went to my knees in the dust beside Kael. The seal was smooth, unnaturally so, and ice-cold under my fingertips. A low vibration hummed through it, like a heartbeat buried miles deep.“This is it,” I whispered.“The tether?” Nira asked quietly, standing at Logan’s side.I nodded. “The twin of time. It’s underneath us.”Logan’s hand settled on my shoulder. “And what exactly does that mean?”I looked up at him.“It means the other half of the first realm. The one Mia corrupted. The one I sealed.” I swallowed. “That re