LOGIN(Isabella’s POV) “Isabella.” The voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. From the stone beneath my feet. From the air around me. From somewhere deep inside my own mind. The moment it spoke my name, every light in the council hall reignited. The sudden brightness made several people flinch. I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because I was listening. The voice had vanished as quickly as it appeared, but something remained. A feeling. A pull. Like an invisible thread tied somewhere behind my ribs. The woman felt it too. I knew because her face had gone completely pale. Rex immediately stepped in front of me. Protective. Always protective. His body had become a barrier between me and whatever was happening. Normally I would have argued. Not this time. Because for the first time in months, I was genuinely scared. “What opened?” Lucien demanded. The woman looked toward the floor. Toward the mountain. “The inner gate.” The words la
(Rex’s POV) Nobody spoke after Elara’s words. It’s choosing. The sentence settled over the council hall like a shadow. Outside, the storm continued to rage, but somehow the thunder sounded farther away now. Smaller. Less important. Because all of us were thinking about the same thing. What exactly was choosing? And who was it choosing between? The woman who looked like Isabella slowly lowered herself into one of the chairs near the council table. For the first time since arriving, she looked tired. Not physically. Anciently tired. Like someone who had spent too long carrying a responsibility that was never meant to last this long. Elara remained frozen where she stood. Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I thought we’d have more time.” Adrian’s face tightened. “So did I.” Lucien looked between them. “Time for what?” Neither answered immediately. That silence told me enough. Whatever was happening had been expected. Maybe not today. Maybe not this soon. But expected.
(Isabella’s POV)The heartbeat stopped.Not slowed.Not faded.Stopped.Every person in the council hall felt it.The mountain had become so much a part of our lives that its silence felt wrong. Like waking up one day and realizing your own heart wasn’t beating.Nobody spoke.The woman standing before me looked just as shocked as everyone else.For the first time since she’d arrived, her composure cracked.“No,” she whispered.A chill crawled down my spine.“You didn’t expect that.”It wasn’t a question.Her eyes met mine.“No.”The answer came immediately.Honest.Fearful.Real.Lightning flashed beyond the windows, bathing the room in silver light. For a brief moment, I saw something familiar in her expression.Not because she looked like me.Because she reacted like me.The same worry.The same uncertainty.The same instinct to hide it from everyone else.Rex moved slightly closer to my side.Not enough to crowd me.Enough to remind me he was there.Always there.The woman noticed.
(Rex’s POV )For a moment, nobody spoke.The storm continued raging outside, thunder rolling across the mountains while rain battered the fortress walls. Inside the infirmary, the silence felt almost unnatural.“A woman?” Ash repeated.The guard nodded. “She appeared outside the northern gate about twenty minutes ago. The scouts thought she was injured. When they got closer…”He stopped.Rex frowned. “When they got closer, what?”The guard looked directly at Isabella.“They thought it was her.”Every muscle in my body tightened.Beside me, Isabella had gone completely still.Elara slid off the bed. For the first time since meeting her, genuine alarm crossed her face.“No.”Adrian immediately looked at her. “What?”“No,” she repeated. “She’s early.”Nobody liked that answer.Not one bit.Kaelen stepped forward. “Who’s early?”Elara looked between all of us before finally answering.“The Reflection.”The name sent a chill through the room.Lucien muttered a curse under his breath.That
(Isabella’s POV) Darkness swallowed the room. Not ordinary darkness. Not the kind you get when a lantern burns out. This darkness felt alive.Heavy. And Watching.For one terrifying second, nobody moved. Then Rex’s hand found mine.Immediately. Instinctively. The simple contact cut through the panic rising in my chest. “I’m here.” His voice came from somewhere beside me.Steady. Grounding. Always steady. A faint silver glow flickered beneath my skin. Not enough to illuminate the room. Just enough to make out shapes. Kaelen stood near the doorway. Ash was frozen beside the wall.Lucien’s eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the darkness. And Elara…Elara was staring toward the window. Not afraid. Listening.The realization made my stomach twist. She wasn’t reacting to the darkness. She was reacting to something beyond it.Then every lantern in the infirmary reignited at once. Flames burst back to life. Golden light flooded the room.Everyone blinked.Everyone except Elara. Her
(Rex’s POV) The laughter carried through the corridor. Soft. Childlike. Completely normal. And somehow it was the most disturbing sound I’d heard all week. Nobody in the room moved at first. We just listened. The healer frowned. Confused by our reaction. Because to her, it was only a little girl laughing. To the rest of us? It sounded like the beginning of another disaster. Adrian was already heading for the door. Fast. Far too fast for someone who had supposedly been exhausted moments ago. “Wait.” He didn’t. I caught his arm before he reached the hallway. His eyes snapped toward me. And for the first time since we’d met, I saw genuine panic. Not fear. Panic. “Tell me what’s happening.” “We don’t have time.” I hated that answer. “What does that mean?” The laughter echoed again. Closer. Then stopped abruptly. The silence that followed felt worse. Adrian closed his eyes for a second. Like he was debating how much to tell us. Finally, he spoke. “If it’s wh
Morning in Blackthorn came without softness. No gentle light, no birdsong, just the deep toll of the watch bell and the steady churn of a fortress waking to purpose. She rose before it finished ringing, already alert, already tense, the memory of the shattered window still sharp in her mind. Some
She didn’t sleep. Blackthorn didn’t allow it. The fortress breathed around her, stone settling, guards shifting, the low murmur of wolves passing beneath her window. Every sound felt too close, too aware. Like the walls themselves were listening. She lay on her side, staring at the dark canopy
Rex noticed it before anyone else did. The way she no longer lingered at the edge of rooms. The way her gaze slid past him instead of locking on, sharp and defiant like before. The way her scent, once restless, reactive,had gone carefully neutral. Controlled. It irritated him more than ope
He was halfway down the western stair when it happened. “—she reminds me of her.” The words were spoken softly. Carelessly. Rex stopped. He didn’t turn. Didn’t breathe. Two elders stood near the archway ahead, their voices low, unaware they were no longer alone. “Don’t say that,” the se







