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Fiona's pov I was halfway through the Ashmere pass when the forest went too quiet.No birds, Just the creak of my horse’s reins and the low thunder of something approaching far, far off.That’s when I felt it, magic.Not mine and neither Logan’s. Something familiar but wrong.I reined in my horse just as a blade hissed past my cheek, catching the edge of my cloak.I jumped to the ground, already summoning a pulse of energy to my palm, but it fizzled and then muted, as if something was pulling it from me.Three figures stepped out from the trees, silent as ghosts. Black cloaks. Masks.And then a fourth followed.No mask.Just Mia.Her eyes met mine without hesitation.“Hello, Fi.....”It felt like the world tilted sideways. “Mia,” I whispered, disbelief clawing up my throat. “What are you doing?”She stopped a few paces away, lowering her hood. Her braid was tucked tight, her expression unreadable. Except for the regret I thought I saw regret there.“I didn’t want it to be like this,”

Fiona's pov “You always get that look when you’re about to do something dangerous,” Logan said softly.I smiled, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “What look?”“The one that says you’re going to lie to me and pretend you’re just going for a walk.”We were alone in the stillness of early morning, wrapped in the quiet hush before the storm. The fire behind us had burned low, throwing lazy shadows across the stone walls. Logan’s shirt was half-buttoned, bandages peeking out where the healing hadn't caught up yet. He leaned against the hearth like standing took effort but his gaze was steady, fixed on me like I was the only thing anchoring him.I stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “I’m not lying.”“But you’re still leaving.”I nodded. “Thornwood’s unraveling. I need to see it for myself.”His jaw tightened. “Let me come with you.”“You’re still recovering.”“Doesn’t matter.”“It does to me,” I said gently. I took his hand, pressing my fingers to the inside of

Fiona's pov The dungeon was cold.Stone walls, rough-hewn and dripping with moisture, closed in around me as I stepped into the cell. The torchlight flickered, casting long shadows over Rowan’s bruised face. He sat slumped against the far wall, his shirt torn, blood crusted along his temple.The remnants of the bond's magic still shimmered faintly in the air, a warning left behind by the blast that had flung him into the corridor like a rag doll.He didn’t look up when I entered.I didn’t speak right away. I stood just outside the iron bars, hands trembling at my sides, not from fear but fury and heartbreak.Finally, I broke the silence."Why?"His head lifted slowly, green eyes dull and swollen. A bitter smile cracked his lip. “You already know why.”“I want to hear you say it.” My voice wavered, not with weakness, but the kind of grief that comes when a truth you hoped wasn’t real finally claws its way out.Rowan sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Because you were never supp

Fiona's pov "Fiona," Logan whispered, still holding me in the dim, trembling cavern. “What did she mean, that we were never meant to survive this bond?"I shook my head slowly, swallowing against the thick knot in my throat. The air still shimmered with red light, the altar pulsing faintly like a dying heart. “I don’t know,” I said, barely above a breath. “But I saw it, Logan. The First Luna, the First Alpha. They burned for this, bled for this.”He tightened his arms around me, his breath hot against my temple. “I saw them too. And I felt it. Like… like their choices are tangled in ours. Like we’re not walking forward—we’re just repeating them.”A silence settled, but it wasn’t peace. It was the hush before a collapse.I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “Logan… something’s happening to you. Your power. It’s not just growing, it’s changing you.”His jaw clenched, and I could feel the truth quivering inside him before he said it. “I can’t always feel where I end anymore, F

Fiona's pov Rowan’s voice echoed like thunder across the field, sharp and final like he wanted to murder immidiately. Like he has accepted his shame to end this all.I didn’t think, I quickly moved.Logan’s arm shot out, catching me before I could step through the door. “Fiona, no. That blade_he knows what it can do.”“The Dagger of Severance,” I added. “It’s meant for us.”A flash of lightning lit up the night. Mia's face flickered in the stormlight, drained, hollow-eyed. Her hands glowed with stolen magic, and I knew then: she’d bound herself to something powerful, maybe even someone worse than Rowan.Logan's body trembled against mine, not from fear, but power. It crackled under his skin like lightning bottled beneath bone. “Something’s wrong,” he muttered, sweat beading down his temple. “It’s rising again and I can’t...control it.”“No,” I said, grabbing his face, grounding him very firm. “Don’t lose yourself....ger a grip, remember you are the Alpha.”His breath hitched immidiat

Fiona's pov"I meant every darm word"My voice was raw and almost swallowed by the rustle of wind outside the open window. The room smelled like rain and earth, like him_the alpha. Logan was sitting up in the bed now, propped against a wall of pillows, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the raw, healing scar across his ribs.He turned his head slowly toward me, those gray eyes darker than usual_watchful, unreadable. He hadn't said much since we returned.Since whatever happened in that forest.But I could still feel it, I had own up to my feelings and finally confessed to him. The quiet pull of something larger than both of us. I thought I was going to lose him.“i couldn't believe it at first...,” he said finally, his voice rasped and rough from everything his body had endured. “But I need to hear it again.”I looked at him, startled. “You want me to say it again?”Logan nodded. “I’ve been living in a world of silence, Fiona. Let me remember the sound of you choosing and lovin