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163. The Ritual Begins
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A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 167. The Blood That Answers in the Dark
MiaSeraphine steps into the chamber, her silhouette glowing with raw magic. Her gaze finds me, and a slow smile uncurls across her face. She looks delighted. And hungry.“Mia,” she croons.“How lovely. You’re becoming exactly what I hoped.”My heart pounds. The white fire flickers uncertainly. My wolf snarls, ready to fight again.But Seraphine lifts one hand.Just one.My entire body locks.Not from the vines that were holding me.Not from witch aura.Not from pain.From her.“You’re trying to fight,” she murmurs, stepping closer. “Good. The real ritual will continue now.”The white fire inside me sputters violently, trying to resist…But this time, the dark magic she sends toward me is different.Older. Stronger than the ones the two witches were doing.Meant for whatever I have awakened.And it clamps down on my power like a fist closing around a flame.My eyes widen in horror.Seraphine laughs softly.“Don’t worry, little hybrid,” she whispers as the darkness floods me.“You won’
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 166. We Move No Matter the Warning
BrynnThe forest felt different after the Old Ones dismissed us.It wasn’t hostile… but it wasn’t welcoming either.Just heavy.Like the trees themselves were disappointed in us for coming here with questions they already knew we wouldn’t like the answers to.‘Let her fight her battles’.Those were the words the elders left us with. Spoken in unison, calm as the moon, as if they hadn’t just shattered the last fragile thread of patience I had been clinging to.I could still hear their voices as Frynn and I descended the moss-slick path leading away from the sacred clearing.“Do they expect us to sit on our asses while she’s suffering somewhere?” Frynn muttered beside me, jaw hard, fists clenched.“She’s our mate,” I answered, voice low. “Our Luna. Our equal. They know that.”“They don’t act like it,” he spat. “They look at us like children. Like we’re asking for candy, not the location of the woman who carries our souls.”He wasn’t wrong.The Old Ones, ancient and carved out of the bon
A Second Chance: My Twin Mates 165. The Blood Begins
MiaCold stone grazes my cheek.That’s the first thing I feel when I come to.Not the pain splitting through my body, though it’s there, sharp and raw. Not the lingering echo of Seraphine’s dark blast, though it burns beneath my ribs like a brand. Not even the hollow throb inside my chest where my wolf is hidden, curled into something tight and trembling.No.Just the cold.And the realization that I can’t move. The realization that I can't feel my powers.My eyes flutter open, vision swimming in watery shapes. Blue fire flickers across the cavern walls, casting shadows that stretch like long fingers. Strange symbols are carved deep into the stone; spirals, runes, marks I’ve never seen before. They pulse faintly, like hearts beating beneath the rock.And now, I know why I can't feel my powers.Footsteps echo.Soft. Slow. Purposeful.A voice drips into my ears, smooth and pleased.“Good. She’s awake.”I try to lift my head, but vines, actual vines, dark and coarse, coil around my wrist
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
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