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102. The Watch
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2026-05-05 04:13:08
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A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 164. Into the Old One's Path
BrynnThe forest changes the deeper we push into it. The air grows older… heavier, like every breath we take belongs to someone who lived and died long before us. Frynn walks ahead of me, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so hard I hear the grind of his teeth. We’ve barely spoken since dawn. There’s nothing left to say anyway.Ten days.Ten gods-damned days without Mia.Ten days of searching every blood-soaked inch of Crimson Pack territory only to find ruins, Mia’s scent…and nothing else. Not her. Not a body. Only a struggle and the echo of something powerful enough to erase everything she left behind.And now we’re here, on the ancient path that leads to the Old Ones.The oldest wolves in Fiato.The ones we swore we would never approach unless the world was ending.Maybe it is.“Brynn,” Frynn murmurs without slowing. “You felt it too, right? Last night?” He asks as if I didn't when he knows fully well that it was the reason we couldn't talk.My chest tightens. “Yeah.”A heartbeat, just
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 163. The Ritual Begins
MiaConsciousness comes back to me like a dragged blade, slow, scraping, unwilling.My eyelids flutter, and instead of the cold slab from before, I feel something softer beneath me. Not soft like comfort. Soft like sand meant to shift, trap, and swallow.A ritual circle.I taste silver in the air before I see it. Bitter. Sharp. Poisonous to wolves. My throat tightens as I breathe.When I open my eyes fully, I understand why.I’m lying at the center of a carefully constructed ritual chamber, no, a sanctum. Every inch of it glows with hostile intent.Silver dust spirals around me in looping sigils, refusing to settle.Crimson runes hover in the air, dripping sparks instead of light.Bowls of crushed bone, black and white herbs, and thick, congealed blood are placed at each cardinal point.My limbs feel like they’re filled with wet sand.My heartbeat is sluggish.My wolf, my constant, defiant companion, is silent.That terrifies me more than the witches.“She's awake,” Nadia whispers, as
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 162. Awakening in Chains
MiaDarkness breathes.It’s the first thing I become aware of…a soft, pulsing dark that wraps itself around my mind like a second skin.Not threatening. Not comforting.Just… there.Like it’s waiting for me to wake.But I’m not fully here yet.My consciousness drifts in and out like a dying flame.Sound reaches me first, drifting through the haze…a whispering chant, low and rhythmic, threaded with strange cadence and ancient vowels.It feels old.Older than the wolves.Older than the packs.Older than me.My fingers twitch against something… icy stone.Cold, unyielding stone.And through my eyelashes, still too heavy to lift, I catch flickers of… light?Symbols, glowing faintly in the air above me, shifting like smoke caught in a current.Runes.Magic.Dark, complex, layered magic.And my wolf…she’s silent.Not sleeping.Not growling.Just gone quiet in a way that terrifies me down to the marrow.Where are you? I whisper internally.Nothing answers.A cold coil of panic tightens in
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 161. The Order of Merlin
JosiahI don’t remember sleeping. I don’t remember eating. I don’t even remember leaving the Crimson Pack’s borders. All I remember is running; through the trees, through the wind, through the remnants of my sanity.Mia was gone.Agatha was dead.And every path I walk leads me back to the same truth that carves deeper and deeper into my chest:I drove her away. I pushed her to this. I broke what was mine.But I didn't mean to. She should have understood that I am a man and an alpha and I have a pride to maintain. She should just have stayed put and not put herself in danger.But I won’t let her go.I can’t.I won’t.I will get her back and together we will build an empire, bigger than Fiato Kingdom.If the witches won’t help me, I’ll seek the only ones left who have magic older than blood and older than the moon: the witches of The Order of Merlin.Callen trails behind me, his breathing harsh. “Josiah, you need to slow down…”“I need nothing.” My voice is raw. “I need her.”He doesn’
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 160. The Path of Ruin
JosiahThe world has gone silent.Not the good kind of silence, the silence of power, of victory, of dominion.No.This silence feels like the universe holding its breath… waiting for me to break and I am breaking.I can feel it in my bones, in the twitch under my eye, in the way my hands won’t stop clenching, unclenching, clenching again. I'm losing it and I can feel it and I don't like it.Mia is gone.Agatha is dead.And my pack… the pack that should be kneeling in obedience, whispers behind walls, watching me like I’m a wounded beast. And gods, I know I am but it's good.Let them watch.Let them fear.Fear keeps them loyal.Fear keeps them in check.I pace across the stone floor of my office, bootsteps echoing. My wolves press against my mind, restless, irritated, but still mine. They do not understand the depth of my fury. They do not understand the depth of her betrayal.She was supposed to stay where I put her.She was supposed to obey.She was supposed to understand what honor
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 159. The Circles of the Old Ones
BrynnThe road to the Old Ones is not really a road at all, just a thinning of the forest where the trees lean back like they’re afraid to touch the path. The air grows colder the deeper Frynn and I walk, our wolves pacing beneath our skin, restless and angry. Four days. Four days since Mia vanished. Two days since her scent slid out of existence as if she had stepped off the world.I have never feared anything in my life the way I fear this emptiness where her presence should be.Frynn walks quietly beside me, jaw clenched so tightly that if he were human, his teeth would crack. His eyes, usually bright, have dimmed to storm-gray. Neither of us brought warriors this time, just ourselves. If the Old Ones wanted us dead, fifty warriors wouldn’t make a difference.The forest shifts again, and the ground beneath us turns white, not snow, but dust. Old magic. The kind you don’t breathe unless you want it to live in you forever.I slow. “We’re close.”Frynn nods, voice low. “She better be
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