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I stared at my mother’s hand in the black water.The skin was pale. The fingers shook. The nails were torn like she’d clawed at stone until blood replaced hope.“Mama,” I rasped, and the collar tightened like it hated the word.Mara’s smile was inches from my face. “Give me the law,” she whispered. “Or watch her sink.”Kieran stood behind me, coal-bright eyes gleaming. The mate bond tugged—soft now, insistent—like it wanted to offer meCHAPTER 58 —The air hit me first.Cold. Clean. Real.Not corridor-air, not cage-breath—this was wind that moved because it wanted to, not because it was told to. I stumbled forward onto uneven ground, boots slipping on wet stone and fallen leaves.Leaves.My lungs dragged in a breath so sharp it hurt.I was outside.Not the pack’s forest.Not the ravine trail.Somewhere older.The sky above me was low and heavy, clouds racing each other like they were late for something. No moon. No stars. Just movement.Behind me, the jagged door sealed itself with a sound like stone deciding it had done enough.I turned in a slow circle, heart hammering.Trees stood around me—tall, twisted, bark dark as if it had been burned and healed and burned again. The ground was scarred with old ash, not fresh, not hot. Memory-ash.My wrist mark pulsed once, then settled into a low,
CHAPTER 57 —The door didn’t look threatening.That was the problem.It wasn’t jagged or bleeding rune-light or screaming like the other seams. It was clean. Smooth. Pale stone etched with a single, familiar symbol—the split crescent I’d seen my entire life without ever being taught its meaning.Home.My copy’s voice drifted through it again, soft and coaxing. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”The corridor behind us quieted, as if it were holding its breath to see whether I’d walk forward.Mara wiped black water from her cheek, breathing hard, eyes bright with victory she hadn’t fully earned yet. Kieran stood just behind me, coal-bright gaze locked on the door, the mate bond tugging with a slow, steady pull like gravity changing direction. Dax—blank-eyed, wrong—watched me with calm expectation.I felt hollow.My mother was gone again.Not dead—I could feel that much, a faint ache like a bruise
CHAPTER 56 I stared at my mother’s hand in the black water.The skin was pale. The fingers shook. The nails were torn like she’d clawed at stone until blood replaced hope.“Mama,” I rasped, and the collar tightened like it hated the word.Mara’s smile was inches from my face. “Give me the law,” she whispered. “Or watch her sink.”Kieran stood behind me, coal-bright eyes gleaming. The mate bond tugged—soft now, insistent—like it wanted to offer me an easier cage if I gave up this one.Dax—blank-eyed, wrong—watched without blinking.He wasn’t smiling anymore.He was waiting.Waiting for me to hand the corridor a decision it could lock in.The seam-eye in the wall blinked once.Then the corridor spoke, low and patient:“DEFINE.”It wanted the law named again.It wanted ownership.I forced my breath in slow, shaking pulls.Speak true.
CHAPTER 55 The pressure at my throat eased just enough for me to breathe.But the rune light stayed—coiled around my neck like a collar it hadn’t decided to tighten yet.Dax—blank-eyed, smiling wrong—stood up with slow grace.The smile wasn’t kind.It was *certain*.Kieran took a step between us instinctively, coal-bright gaze sharp. “That’s not him,” he snarled.Dax’s head tilted, amused. “Define ‘him.’”My blood went cold.Mara’s eyes gleamed like she’d just won a prize. “Good,” she murmured. “Now we all see how fast she learns.”I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady despite the collar. “Give him back.”Dax’s wrong smile widened. “I can’t,” he said softly. “You traded.”“I didn’t trade,” I snapped.“You rewrote,” he corrected gently. “And rewriting always costs blood.”The seam-eye blinked, slow and pleased.The corridor pulsed again.
CHAPTER 54 Dax hit his knees like the floor had been yanked out from under him.The throat chain cinched tight, cutting his breath off in jagged pulls. His silver eyes widened, then narrowed, fighting. His hands clawed at the metal, fingers shaking, but the corridor didn’t care about strength. It cared about rules.Mara stood a step away, ink smeared on her cheek, smiling like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.“Wardens pay,” she whispered.The corridor answered her like a loyal dog.Rune light surged up the walls, then snapped into a tight pattern around Dax’s throat chain—reinforcing it, feeding it, making it part of the stone itself.Dax choked, shoulders jerking.“NO!” I lunged toward him.The seam-eye in the wall blinked hard, and the corridor shoved back—an invisible pressure that slammed into my chest and stopped me short.Kieran moved fast—coal-bright eyes sharp—grabbing Mara by
CHAPTER 53 I didn’t have time to move.Mara’s arm was already swinging, the bowl tilted, black water poised to pour like ink across my scalp.Dax lunged first—silver-eyed, calm turning sharp—and his hand shot up to intercept.Kieran lunged too—coal-bright, hungry—but not to save me.To claim me before Mara could.Two bodies converged.The corridor’s rune light flared in panic, uncertain which law to obey now that I’d spoken a new one.I lifted my hands instinctively, ash sluggish but present.“MINE,” Mara whispered.The word wasn’t loud.It was ancient.The black water obeyed instantly—surging sideways, dodging Dax’s hand, splashing in a heavy sheet toward my face.I flinched.Too late.It hit.Cold like death.It seeped into my hair, my eyebrows, my eyelashes, dripping into my eyes with a sting that felt like being written on from







