LOGINLena didn’t make it ten steps.
A hand slammed into her shoulder and yanked her backward. Hard. She hit the ground. Dust filled her mouth. Someone grabbed her arms before she could scramble up. “Got her!” The shout echoed across the square. Lena twisted, kicking wildly, but two guards pinned her down. Her heart dropped. So much for running. She looked up. Kai stood a few yards away. Breathing steady. Face unreadable. Like he hadn’t just told her to run. Like he hadn’t shoved her toward freedom seconds ago. Anger flashed through her chest. “You set me up,” she snapped. Kai didn’t answer. Behind him, the elders pushed through the crowd again. The square had gone silent. Everyone was watching. Waiting. Elder Marrik stopped in front of Lena. His sharp eyes moved from her face to the glowing mark on her wrist. The golden line had flared again during the chase. It was impossible to hide now. “Interesting,” the elder murmured. Lena struggled against the guards again. “Let me go.” No one listened. The elder turned slightly. “Bring the stone.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Two attendants hurried forward carrying a flat black slab about the size of a shield. They placed it in the dirt in front of the elders. Lena frowned. “What is that?” No one answered. Elder Marrik looked back at her. “An old test,” he said calmly. “For dangerous abilities.” Her stomach tightened. “I don’t have an ability.” The elder’s mouth twitched. “You ran fast enough for someone who claims ignorance.” The guards hauled Lena to her feet. Her legs shook slightly. Not from weakness. From the burning in her wrist. The mark pulsed under her skin. Like it knew something was coming. “Place her hand on the stone,” Marrik ordered. Lena pulled back immediately. “No.” A guard shoved her forward. Her boots scraped the dirt. “I said no.” Kai moved then. He stepped forward slowly. The crowd went quiet again. He stopped in front of her. His voice was calm. “Do it.” She stared at him. “You’re serious?” Kai’s expression didn’t change. “You don’t have a choice.” Lena’s chest rose and fell quickly. He wasn’t wrong. The guards forced her closer to the slab. The black stone looked ordinary. Which made it worse. “What does it do?” she asked. No answer. Kai grabbed her wrist. His grip was firm. Not cruel. Just unmovable. For a split second his thumb brushed the glowing mark. Emotion flickered across her mind again. Tension. Control. And something else. A warning. For a heartbeat, Lena felt something else beneath his control. Recognition. Like the mark on her wrist knew him. “Stay calm,” he murmured under his breath. Then he pressed her palm down onto the stone. The reaction was instant. The slab lit up. A deep golden glow spread beneath Lena’s hand. Gasps exploded from the crowd. The mark on her wrist flared violently. Pain shot up her arm. Lena cried out. The glow spread across the entire stone. Lines appeared on the surface. Strange symbols burning with light. “What is that?” someone shouted. Elder Marrik’s eyes narrowed. “Impossible.” The power surged again. Hot. Wild. Emotion slammed into Lena’s chest. Not just one feeling this time. Hundreds. Fear. Anger. Panic. All coming from the crowd. All pouring into her at once. Her knees buckled. Kai grabbed her arm to keep her upright. “Breathe,” he muttered. “I can’t!” she gasped. The energy kept building. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The mark burned brighter. The symbols on the stone began to crack. Thin fractures spread across the surface. The elder stepped back. “Remove her!” Too late. The slab exploded. Light burst outward like a shockwave. The guards were thrown backward. Several people screamed. Lena collapsed to the dirt. The burning vanished instantly. Silence crashed over the square. Dust drifted through the air. Slowly. Carefully. Lena lifted her head. The stone slab was shattered. Broken pieces scattered across the ground. The elders stared in stunned silence. Someone whispered. “She destroyed it.” Another voice trembled. “That stone survived the war trials.” Lena pushed herself up onto her elbows. “I didn’t mean to…” A shout cut her off. “Look!” Everyone turned. A guard lay a few yards away. Blood pooled beneath his head. He wasn’t moving. The crowd gasped. Elder Marrik’s face hardened instantly. “Echo power,” he said coldly. Lena’s heart dropped. “No.” She scrambled to her feet. “I didn’t touch him!” The elder pointed at the shattered stone. “You destroyed a sacred testing relic.” His gaze shifted to the unmoving guard. “And now one of our men lies dead.” “I didn’t do that!” Lena said desperately. But the crowd was already pulling back. Fear spreading through them. “She killed him.” “She exploded the stone!” “She’s unstable!” The accusations came fast. Lena looked wildly at the guard on the ground. He hadn’t been near her when the stone shattered. Something wasn’t right. Her eyes moved across the square. And stopped. Kai was staring at the dead guard. Not with shock. With suspicion. Then Lena noticed something else. A thin black dart sticking out of the man’s neck. Kai crouched beside the fallen guard. His fingers moved quickly to the man’s neck. Then he froze. A tiny black dart protruded from the skin. Almost invisible. Kai’s eyes darkened. Poison. His gaze lifted slowly toward the council platform. Someone here had planned this. Long before Lena ever touched the stone. Long before she ever ran Her breath caught. Someone had killed him. Not her. But before she could say anything… Elder Marrik raised his hand. “Enough.” The square went quiet. His voice turned sharp. “This creature is too dangerous to remain among us.” Lena’s stomach twisted. “I’m not a creature.” “You destroyed our relic.” “I didn’t know what it would do!” “And now you kill our guards.” “I didn’t kill him!” The elder didn’t even look at the body again. His judgment had already been decided. “Commander Kai.” Kai stepped forward slowly. The crowd parted for him. The elder spoke clearly so everyone could hear. “You brought this threat to light.” Kai’s eyes flicked briefly to the poison dart. Then to Lena. His expression hardened. “The law is clear,” Marrik continued. “An Echo cannot live inside the enclave.” The words hung heavy in the air. Lena’s pulse thundered. She already knew what came next. The elder lifted his staff. “Execute her.” The square exploded into whispers. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. Her eyes locked onto Kai. He had warned her. Told her to run. But now… He stepped closer. Slow and deliberate. His hand moved to the dagger at his belt. The blade slid free with a soft metallic sound. The entire square watched. No one moved. Lena’s throat went dry. Kai stopped right in front of her. His shadow fell across her face. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then he leaned down slightly. Close enough that only she could hear. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Someone just framed you.” Her breath caught. “I know,” she whispered back. Kai’s grip tightened on the dagger. “Good.” His eyes flicked briefly toward the crowd. Then back to her. “Because the person who did it…” He pressed the blade lightly against the rope binding her wrists. “…is still standing in this square.” The rope snapped. Lena froze. Kai lifted the dagger. The crowd leaned forward. Lena closed her eyes. The blade flashed downward and struck the dirt beside her. Gasps rippled through the square. Kai straightened slowly. His voice carried across the crowd. “If she truly holds Echo power,” he said coldly, “then killing her like an animal proves nothing.” Lena’s head snapped up. A murmur moved through the crowd. Elder Marrik lifted a hand slowly. “An execution without proof breeds doubt,” he said calmly. “If she truly carries Echo power, the trial will expose it for all to see.” His gaze swept across the watching villagers. “And when she fails…” His voice hardened. “…no one will question her death.” The crowd quieted. Satisfied. Kai’s gaze moved to the elders. “Let her earn a warrior’s death.” A ripple of excitement moved through the square. A public fight was far better than a quiet execution. Then Elder Marrik’s lips curled into a thin smile. “Very well.” The elder lifted his staff and turned to the crowd. “She will fight.” Lena’s heart pounded. Fight who? Lena’s gaze moved across the crowd. Warriors stood everywhere. Dozens of them. Elder Marrik’s smile slowly widened. “But not the commander.” The crowd leaned forward. Anticipation thick in the air. “She will face three.” Three warriors stepped forward from the crowd. Steel flashed as their weapons came free. And every eye in the square turned back to Lena.Jax’s mouth stayed on hers, slow and sure, like he had nowhere else to be. Lena’s back pressed against the closed door. Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt, pulling him closer even as her mind tried to catch up. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. It was deliberate, like he was learning the exact way she tasted, the exact way she breathed when he tilted her head just so. She shivered. Not from cold. From the way his hand slid up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her dress. The touch was light, but it sent heat straight down her spine. Jax pulled back just enough to look at her. His silver eyes were dark now, pupils blown wide. “You’re still fighting it,” he said quietly. His voice was rough, but controlled. Lena swallowed hard. Her lips felt swollen. “I don’t know how to stop.” Jax’s thumb brushed her lower lip again, slow and deliberate. “Then don’t stop.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against he
Jax’s hand tightened at her waist.He didn’t stop dancing. He simply turned her once more, guiding her away from the open garden and toward a narrow stone staircase half-hidden by climbing vines.“Come,” he said, voice low.Not a command.An invitation.Lena’s feet moved before her mind caught up.They climbed the stairs in silence, his hand steady on the small of her back. Every step pressed her closer to him. Close enough to feel the difference in him.No rush. No hesitation.Like he already knew she would follow.She could feel the warmth of his palm through her dress, the way his fingers adjusted slightly to keep her balanced on the uneven stone. Her pulse kicked hard.She hated how safe it felt.At the top, a small private balcony opened out, overlooking the garden below. Moonlight spilled across the railing. No one else was up here.Jax stopped at the edge, turning her to face him.The music from below drifted up faint and distant.For a long second they just stood there.His s
The figure didn’t let go.His hand stayed firm at Lena’s waist, steady as the music slowed around them. Jax turned her slowly, keeping her close enough that their bodies brushed with every step. His silver eyes held hers through the mask, calm but intense, like he was reading every small reaction she tried to hide. Lena’s breath caught for half a second. She hated how steady his hand felt on her waist, like it already belonged there.He didn’t speak at first. Just danced with her, smooth and controlled, guiding her deeper into the shadowed edge of the garden. Every turn pressed them closer. Lena felt the warmth of his palm through her dress and the way his thumb brushed once, slow and deliberate, along her lower back. A shiver ran down her spine before she could stop it.She looked up.His gaze didn’t waver.The howls outside cut off sharply, like the trackers had hit an invisible wall.They didn’t cross.They stopped at the edge of the garden, dark shapes hovering just beyond the
Lena’s knife came up.The figure in the mask didn’t flinch.He simply tilted his head, silver hair catching the moonlight for a brief second before the shadows swallowed it again.“Careful,” he said quietly.Not a warning.A promise.His gaze dropped to the knife, then back to her.“You’re shaking, little Echo.”Lena’s grip tightened until the handle bit into her palm. Her pulse hammered so loud she could hear it in her ears. The hunger twisted hard in her gut, drawn to the faint metallic scent rolling off him, old blood, controlled, but there.She didn’t lower the blade.The man took one slow step closer, hands open at his sides, palms up. No threat. No rush. Just deliberate calm that made her skin crawl.“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said.His eyes, silver, unnaturally bright behind the simple black mask, locked on hers.Lena’s breath caught.Something in that gaze pulled at the bond inside her chest. Not the same raw heat as Vance. Not the sharp fury of Kai. This was older. Quiete
Lena ran.Her boots slammed against roots and damp earth, breath ragged, knife still gripped tight in her sweaty palm. The howls kept coming behind her, low, answering each other, closer with every heartbeat.The bond with Vance pulled hard at her chest, frantic now, like he was only steps away but still not close enough.She didn’t look back.She couldn’t.The hunger rode every stride with her, teeth aching, mouth watering at the faint scent of blood still riding the wind. She hated how her body leaned into it.A root caught her foot.She stumbled hard, shoulder slamming into a thick tree trunk. Pain flared sharp across her arm. She caught herself, gasping, and pushed off again.Lights appeared through the trees.Not firelight.Warmer. Golden. Flickering like candles behind glass.Lena slowed without meaning to.Music drifted on the air, low strings, laughter, the clink of glasses. Civilized. Wrong.She broke through the last line of trees and froze.A grand stone building stood in a
The shadow lunged.Lena twisted hard, knife flashing up on pure instinct. Cold air skimmed her neck, too close. Her boot slipped on damp leaves and she caught herself against a tree trunk, bark scraping her palm.Her heart slammed against her ribs.Her pulse didn’t just race, it stuttered, like her body couldn’t decide whether to fight or bolt. For a split second, her grip on the knife felt wrong. Too loose. Too human.The bond with Vance yanked tight behind her, a raw pulse of panic and fury that made her stomach drop. He was coming. Fast. She could feel every heavy step he took through the trees.It wasn’t just a feeling. It dragged at her low in her chest, like something had hooked into her ribs and was pulling her back toward him.But he wasn’t here yet.Lena pushed off the trunk and kept moving, breath coming short and sharp. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t. The night pressed in, branches catching at her sleeves like they wanted to slow her down.Then the wind shifted.And she
The forest was too quiet.Kai noticed it the moment he crossed the outer ridge.No birds. No wind in the leaves. Even the insects seemed to have gone silent.Bad sign.He slowed his pace slightly, eyes scanning the trees.Behind him, the rest of the hunting party moved through the dark forest in a
Lena stared at him.Her chest still rose and fell too fast. Her ribs ached where the rogue had kicked her. Dirt clung to her hands.Three bodies lay scattered across the clearing.Dead. Just like that.The man who had killed them stood calmly among them as if none of it mattered.He slid the blade
Lena ran.Behind her, something howled in the forest.The forest swallowed her almost immediately.Branches whipped her face. Roots caught her boots. Cold air tore through her lungs as she pushed deeper into the trees.Run.That was all she could do now.Her legs burned. Her lungs burned worse.But
The temple was quiet.Too quiet.Lena’s hand was still pressed to her chest, trying to push down the heat that refused to leave. The bond between them burned hotter than before, alive, aware, asking for more.Vance didn’t move.He stayed leaning against the stone wall, wrist still bleeding a little







