Bloodlines and BurdensRissa’s POV“Wake up, Rissa. We need to leave now.”Mark’s voice snapped me out of sleep. The sun's rays hit my face, nearly blinding me as I squinted to get a sense of where I was. The campfire’s smoke had thinned; the canopy was already dismantled, and Eamon was packed up and ready.“We have to move and find the trail that leads to the road,” Mark said.He placed his hand on the earth as if listening for something. His eyes glowed a green I had never seen before.Eamon and I exchanged curious glances as we watched him.Mark looked up and frowned. “Why are you staring at me like that?”“We’re trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing,” Eamon replied with a hint of sarcasm.“I’m tracking vibrations through the earth. There’s a vehicle about ten clicks from here. If we move fast, we can hitch a ride to Jersey.”“You can actually do that?” I asked, stunned. “So now you’re a tracker too?”Mark smirked. “Yep. Most Lycans are trackers. I thought you’d know that
The Weight of SilenceRissa’s POVI didn’t follow him. Not right away.Mark’s steps were shaky, like he was carrying something too heavy inside him. I could still feel his pain through our bond, faint, broken, but still there.. Still alive. It wasn’t as strong as before, but I could still feel that he was in pain.The dark valley behind me gently reminded me of my mother’s voice, fading away like smoke in the wind. Her words stayed in my mind and haunted every part of me.“You are both the gate and the flame.” I didn’t know if I was supposed to open something… or break it.What did that even mean? What gate? What flame?I stood there for a moment, not moving. The cold wind blew through my coat and touched my skin. The sky above grew dark as thick clouds covered it. The light slowly faded as night came. That’s when I finally started walking, my steps heavy as I moved over ash-covered roots. Everything around me felt old and forgotten, like the forest was waiting for something.I found
The Root Beneath the FlameRissa's POVMark slept fitfully beneath the slanted branches, his breathing shallow but steady. The fire’s glow cast soft flickers across his face, making him look younger. Gentler. Almost like the man I’d met that night in New Orleans—before the Knowing, before the vessel, before everything became teeth and prophecy.I sat a few feet away, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the rune Eamon had etched into the moss. It was still faintly glowing, long after its purpose had ended.“You opened it,” Eamon said, quietly stepping beside me.I didn’t look up. “The Knowing?”“No.” He crouched beside the rune and touched the still-warm symbol. “You. The part of you that’s always been locked away. It’s waking. You don’t just carry power, Rissa. You are power.”I turned to him. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing myself?”His eyes softened. “Because the parts of you that were kept dormant—your bloodline, your memory, your instinct—are now fighting for space in the
The Pulse Between Worlds POV: Rissa Behind us, the forest was loud with the wind howling, branches groaning, and a shadow chasing us Like teeth grinding against bone in the dark. We burst into a clearing without warning. The air turned sharp, brushing cold against our skin. Around us, black stones formed a perfect circle. Moss clung to them, damp and green, while faint runes lit up across their surface each one flickering in time, like a slow, steady heartbeat. Eamon slid to a stop at the center. One knee hit the ground as his hand flew to the satchel. Chalk glinted between his fingers before he even breathed “We can’t outrun it. Not like this. Rissa, you have to ground yourself. Now.” Mark staggered to the edge of the circle and dropped to his knees. Each breath came sharp and quick, like he couldn’t catch it. One hand clutched his side. When he pulled it away, blood smeared his palm. “I’ll hold it off,” he gritted out. “You can barely stand,” I said, moving toward him. “I c
The Snake in the GardenTeressa’s POVAs I left Josh’s room, the stone corridor felt colder than I remembered like the walls themselves had been listening.Each step echoed softly behind me, heels kissing the ground in measured rhythm. Not rushed. Not triumphant. But certain. I didn’t look back.Josh wouldn’t follow.He was already drowning in guilt exactly as I planned.The guards at the far end straightened as I passed, offering stiff nods of respect. They still saw me as their Seer, not the serpent. They didn’t know. No one did. Not yet. To them, I was still the Seer. The trusted one. The woman who spoke in riddles and kept the pack from making worse mistakes. I wore that mask well. So well, in fact, that I sometimes wondered if it had fused with my skin.But tonight was different.Tonight, the mask had teeth.I made my way toward the old library wing the one time forgot. Dusty scrolls lined the high shelves, half burnt candles clinging to their last use. The air still held the sce
A Wolf’s WeaknessJosh’s POVThe fire had long burned down to coals. The war table in front of me was scattered with reports, blood stained maps, and one of Rissa’s old scarves she left behind black silk with a frayed edge. I didn’t know why I kept it. Maybe to feel close to her. Maybe to remind myself why I couldn’t be.Breathing in this place felt harder every time.I heard the door open and already knew it was her before I looked.Teressa.She walked in quietly, like something old and scary, her heels soft on the stone floor.. The torchlight lit up her shape as she stepped closer. Lately, she was always around like smoke slipping in through the cracks before you even notice the whole house is on fire.“You haven’t slept,” she said, voice like warm wine. Smooth. Addictive.“I don’t have time for sleep,” I muttered, not turning.She ignored that, stepping into the room with her usual measured grace. “You’re chasing ghosts, Josh. The hunters are already here. You’re looking east when