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Chapter 116. A warning from her son
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Against All Odds Chapter 116. A warning from her son
* Zeina *Sleep had become a rare mercy.Even when it found me, it was never gentle. It arrived like a storm disguised as stillness, coated in shadow, wrapped in whispers not meant for mortal ears. Sometimes it came wrapped in the scent of blood, in the shimmer of moonlight too red to be real. Other times, it came uninvited and took me like a wave, drowning me in visions I did not ask for, but could not deny. That night, it took me again.And this time, it dragged me deeper than ever before.The world around me bled away until there was only the hum of ancient magic and a quiet that rang too loud. The weight of sleep pinned me in place, but something greater than sleep, something older, opened its eyes inside me. My limbs floated, suspended in that strange space between dream and prophecy. Between mother and vessel.And there, in the stillness beneath breath and time, I saw him. My son.But not as an infant cradled in my arms. Not yet. No. In this realm, he was something other. He sto
Against All Odds Chapter 115. Dream healing
* Cerberus *The world inside my head had no shape. Only shadow.Only cold. A dream, I think. Or the end.I lay on something soft. Familiar. The scent of pine and ash lingered on the sheets. Zeina's scent. Her warmth. A memory I couldn't hold onto. It bled between my fingers like sand. The wolf inside me, my tether to this world, was quiet. Too quiet. Like a fire that had burned too long with no one left to feed it.But even in this grey nothing, something stirred.A sound. No, a heartbeat. It's not mine. His.It echoed through the dark like a drumbeat in a canyon, relentless and wild and ancient. The rhythm didn't belong to this dying place. It cracked through the void like sunlight through thick stormclouds. And with it came him.A shape formed in the gloom. Four-legged. Small. Silver-furred. Eyes like mine, but brighter. He stepped through the shadows as if they'd been parted for him.My son.Not born, and yet there. Whole in this dream, or whatever lie I was caught in. He came to
Against All Odds Chapter 114. Her strength returns
* Zeina *The world had begun to slow. Not in stillness, but in weight, every breath heavier, every step deeper, like I was walking through water thick with stars. My belly curved beneath my hands like the promise of a moon, round and swelling with the impossible. He was growing faster than he should. Stronger. My skin strained with it, veins aglow with silver magic, sometimes shimmering when the moonlight caught just right. My spine ached from the pull of his presence, my body no longer only mine, but I didn't falter.Not anymore. My strength had returned in waves. Quiet at first, like ripples through fog. But now, it rose like a tide.The air tasted different when I breathed it in, sharper, sweeter. Power simmered beneath my skin like a second pulse. I could feel the old magic stirring again. Not borrowed, not gifted. Mine. Mine as it had been before the bond. Before the chains. Before the Hollow tried to hollow me out.The witches had tried to break me. The bond had tried to silenc
Against All Odds Chapter 113. A father’s love
* Cerberus *The forest did not welcome me back.It recoiled like a living thing, leaves trembling, roots curling away from where my feet sank into its soil. As I stumbled away from the witches' glade, my veins echoing with the memory of their chants, my skin still stained by ash and blood, I knew the cost of my bargain would never leave me. It clung to my breath, my bones, the deepest marrow of me where my wolf used to live.The bond that once tethered me to Zeina and the child like a chain of fire had gone still. The constant, aching pull on my chest, the raw, savage need to be near them, was now a whisper. Not gone, no. But dimmed. The mark on my chest still glowed faintly, but it no longer surged with power. It pulsed like a dying star, beautiful, distant, fading.I was still alive.But barely.Every breath I drew felt foreign, like my lungs were filled with water instead of air. My muscles trembled under the weight of nothing. My wolf, my other self—was silent. Still. As if he ha
Against All Odds Chapter 112. Wolves and witches plea
* Cerberus *The wind here smelled of salt and rot and ancient things buried too long beneath the bones of the earth. Mount Hollow had never welcomed me, not truly. The soil rejected the weight of my paws. The trees leaned away from my breath. The fog itself curled around my limbs like a warning. The witches who lived beneath its roots whispered in languages older than wolves, their power pulsing like veins beneath the forest floor, too primal for human minds to grasp.Still, I came.I stumbled along the fog-choked trail, each step an effort, each breath a scraping thing inside my ribs. My wolf still lingered somewhere within me, but he no longer answered my call with growls or fury. He had grown quiet. Dull. Tired. Like an old warrior too wounded to rise again. I could feel him watching from the corners of my soul, but his strength, our strength, was slipping.The bond tethered to Zeina and the child beat like a second heart in my chest, pulling at the edges of me with merciless hung
Against All Odds Chapter 111. Fading strength
* Zeina *The days bled into one another, a haze of stillness and swelling breath. My belly had grown, rounder, heavier, a moon full of weight and mystery pressing against my skin. The movement inside had grown more frequent too, no longer flutters or whispers, but real shifts of muscle and presence. He was growing. Strong. Unrelenting. Just like his father.But even as my strength returned in quiet increments, bone knitting, magic crawling back into my veins like timid light, I felt something else begin to falter.Cerberus.At first, I thought it was just the long nights catching up with him. He sat at my side through every hour, every ache, every cry I couldn't voice in front of the others. He held me like I was made of something that could fracture, even as he smiled that quiet, wolfish smile meant to keep me calm. I clung to him, not only out of need, but instinct, some primal part of me knew that I was tethered to him in ways that went beyond any ritual or bond.But I saw it in t
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