Chapter 2: Under the Lights
(Nayla’s POV — First Person) The second we stepped inside Nocturne, I felt it in my bones. Power. Old and sharp and humming under the bass-heavy music. Nocturne wasn’t just a nightclub. It was neutral ground. One of the few places in the city where witches, werewolves, and humans could breathe the same thick air without tearing each other apart. Here, your species didn’t matter. Money did. Power did. And respect for the rules set by the club’s owner — Dominic Gray — was absolute. I’d never met him. Didn’t need to. His presence was stitched into the walls. In the way even the drunkest humans knew better than to start a fight. In the way the most reckless wolves kept their fangs sheathed when a witch brushed too close. Dominic Gray ran Nocturne with invisible fists—and tonight, we were stepping right into his world. The club pulsed with sound and light. Bodies packed tight on the dance floor. Red and silver flashes slicing through the smoke. Kayla grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar, weaving through the crowd like she belonged here. Maybe she did. I wasn’t sure I belonged anywhere anymore. But the tequila burned that thought right out of my chest. “To survival,” Kayla grinned, shoving a shot glass into my hand. I clinked it against hers half-heartedly and tossed it back. The liquor hit my stomach like fire. We ordered another. And another. Somewhere between the third and fourth round, I managed a shaky laugh at one of Kayla’s terrible jokes about getting hexed by a witch for dancing badly. “You’re smiling,” she said, squinting at me dramatically. “Holy shit. Someone call the Moon Goddess.” I flipped her off and took another sip of my drink. The truth was — I was trying. I was trying so damn hard to pretend that my world hadn’t shattered. Trying to dance on the edge of something new without falling apart. Kayla squealed suddenly, her attention caught by something — someone — across the room. I followed her gaze. Tall. Dark-haired. Lean muscle in a leather jacket. Definitely her type. Kayla bit her lip, considering. “I’m gonna go dance,” she said, already shifting toward the floor. She paused, turning back, all best-friend concern burning in her eyes. “You good?” I forced a smile. “Go. I’ll be here.” “You sure?” I nodded, lifting my glass. “Promise.” She hesitated a second longer—because Kayla always knew when I was lying—but finally gave me a wink and disappeared into the crush of bodies and lights. I leaned back against the bar, cradling my drink in both hands. Alone. But for the first time in a long time— I didn’t feel lonely. I felt… something else. The air shifted around me. Subtle at first. Like the temperature dropping before a storm. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My wolf stirred, sleepy and sluggish from weeks of mourning, lifting her head and sniffing at the charged air. Something — or someone — had entered the room. And even though the music roared and the lights blinded and the crowd swallowed Kayla whole— I knew. I was no longer alone.Chapter 103: Beneath the Ash and Stone(Nayla’s POV)The forest felt different this time.It wasn’t just the lingering chill in the air or the way the wind whispered between the branches like it knew my name. It was in the soil. The weight of the air. The pulse beneath my feet.Magic.Old. Ancient. Mine.Dominic walked beside me, silent but sharp-eyed, every step radiating protectiveness. We hadn’t said much on the drive back out here. We didn’t need to.We both felt it — something was waiting.The trees gave way to the clearing like they were bowing back. The old ruins stood in the center, black stone half-swallowed by moss and time. The air here tasted like metal and memory.I stepped forward first, my hand brushing the carved arch at the entrance. It was colder than I remembered.The crescent-shaped symbol etched above the doorway pulsed faintly under my fingers.“I think it’s reacting to you,” Dominic murmured.“I think it always was,” I replied.We moved together through the shat
Chapter 102: The Breath on Her NeckNayla’s POV)I had hoped for peace.Just one evening to feel normal. To let the scroll, the prophecy, the mark all blur into the background for a while. But my body wouldn’t let me rest.The cup of tea in my hands had long gone cold, but I hadn’t moved from the window. The skyline stretched wide and glittering beyond the glass, but I wasn’t looking at it.I was listening.To nothing.And somehow, that was worse.Asena stirred faintly within me. No growl. No warning. But her presence had shifted — her energy leaned toward the window like something was calling to her.I stepped outside onto the balcony, drawing my robe tighter around my body. The city below pulsed and breathed, oblivious to the storm crawling into our world. The wind wasn’t cold, but it bit at my skin like it knew I didn’t belong to stillness tonight.That’s when I felt it.It didn’t come as a scent or a sound. Just a sensation.A breath.Not mine.The fine hairs on the back of my nec
Chapter 101: The Weight of the Mark(Nayla’s POV)I didn’t hear the front door open.I didn’t even notice Dominic until I felt his presence behind me—calm, steady, but tightly coiled. The scroll had long since burned to ash, but I was still on the floor, cradling my marked hand to my chest, heart thudding like a war drum.“Nayla.” His voice was low, but sharp with concern. “What happened?”I turned slowly. He took one look at me, then at the soot-stained table and the scorch marks on the wood, and his whole body tensed.“I’m okay,” I said too quickly. My voice cracked, giving me away. “Mostly.”He was beside me in seconds, kneeling as his hands hovered over my shoulders, my arms, then my hand.“Let me see,” he said gently.I hesitated, then held my palm out. The mark was still glowing faintly, the heat subsiding but not gone. Dominic’s brow furrowed as he studied it—his thumb brushing just shy of the skin.“That’s the symbol from the scroll,” he said. “From the sketchbook, too.”“I di
Chapter 100: Mark of the Unknown(Nayla’s POV)The apartment was too quiet.Not peaceful quiet — not the kind that wraps around your shoulders like a blanket — but the eerie stillness before a storm. Even the hum of the city below felt distant, muffled by something I couldn’t name.I sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, the scroll from the temple spread out in front of me like an offering. The ancient paper pulsed faintly beneath my fingers, its symbols inked in blood-red and fading gold.I had been studying it for hours, tracing the runes, trying to understand why some moved when I blinked while others stayed frozen. My notes were scattered around me, filled with fragments that barely made sense:Where shadow drinks blood, the line must be drawn.Flame answers blood. The heir must burn or rise.A mark appears before the fall of fate.I didn’t understand.Asena stirred inside me. Not alarmed—but watching. Alert. Her energy pressed softly against my skin, like she was
Chapter 99: The Price of Failure (Nikolai’s POV – First Person) She didn’t even look surprised to see me. Jaime stood near the broken window, her arms crossed like that might keep her spine from shaking. The wind slipped through the cracked glass and pushed her hair into her face. She didn’t brush it away. “You’re early,” she said quietly. I shut the door behind me. The lock clicked like a clock running out. “I thought you might’ve done something worth rewarding,” I said. “But here I am.” Her lips parted, but no words came. “Still no potion in her blood, Jaime?” I asked, voice deceptively calm. “Still no severed bond?” “She’s been locked down,” she said quickly. “Security around her’s tightened. I couldn’t get close.” “You told me you had access to her. That Dominic was growing careless. That he left openings.” “I thought he did,” she snapped back. “But she barely leaves the damn apartment. Maybe once. A coffee shop run and nothing since. I couldn’t—” “You couldn’t do the
Chapter 98: Fire Beneath the Crown (Nikolai’s POV – First Person) The moment I cracked the seal on the ash-scented parchment, I knew. She found it. The note inside was brief, but it might as well have been a gunshot to the chest. She’s awakened the temple. Your window is closing. Move or be erased. I crushed the message in my fist. The ink smeared against my palm, bleeding like a wound. For a long moment, I said nothing. Just stood in the middle of my office, staring out the window at the horizon, watching the sun sink behind the forest that had hidden too many secrets for far too long. She was never supposed to find that place. The Crescent Ridge Temple was sealed for a reason—forgotten by design. I made sure of it. Her mother had hidden it with blood, magic, and fear. I made sure every trace of it was buried beneath ash and shadow. And yet… she found it. Nayla. The girl who was supposed to be weak. Lost. Dependent. I gave her that apartment. Arranged the conditions so sh