The vision of the cottage, their cottage by the river where Ash first taught her to skip stones, where he fixed the roof before the first snow, and where he had once called it “ours” in a rare calm moment, hung in Liora’s mind like a poisoned apple. The Scourge wasn’t just leading them to a place of love; it was leading them to the heart of what made Ash who he was. It was a violation so deep it took her breath away.She didn’t have to say a word. The shared horror at the mill had made their bond beyond speech. Ash’s face was pale from his wound, and the trial went even paler. His hand, gripping her arm in relief, clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.“No,” he whispered, voice raw. “Not there.”She had never seen him so vulnerable. The fierce protector, the hunter who faced wolves and mobs without flinching, now terrified of a memory.“It knows,” Kael said, weak but clear. He rested against the mill wall, watching in silence. “It’s not only reading our fears now. It’s read
The name Gideon hung heavy between them, a ghostly bait they had to take. The mill, a place filled with fresh pain. The Scourge fragment hadn’t just run away; it left a trail of suffering, leading them into deeper, more personal darkness.“They’re using us,” Kael said, leaning hard against an old oak. Cold sweat covered his face, and staying upright was costing him everything. “It’s not hiding. It’s farming. Leading us from one meal to the next, letting us clear the plate so it can feast on the next course.”The truth was chilling. They weren’t hunters; they were pest control, serving the very plague they fought.“We have no choice,” Liora said, her voice empty. The warmth she felt after cleansing the hairpin was gone, replaced by a deep, tired chill. “If we don’t go, the boy dies, and the seed grows. We play its game, or it wins.”Ash’s jaw tightened. He looked from Liora’s drained face to Kael’s weakening body. The protector in him fought the strategist. “It’s a trap. It’ll be expec
The silence in the gully was heavy with the weight of Liora’s words. We hunt. Those words hung there, not a question but a new, frightening rule of their lives.Ronan was the first to break the quiet and his practical voice cut through the tension. “Hunting needs a weapon. And a path.” His old, silver eyes, wiser than the trees, looked at Liora. “Your power. This... compass. How does it work?”Liora closed her eyes and looked inward. The great ocean was gone, but the pool left was deep and calm. She focused on the soft echo of her vision, the silver hairpin, the well, the little girl. She didn’t push, she just asked her quiet power to guide her.A soft, silver warmth grew in her chest, pulling gently toward the east, toward the village.“It’s there,” she whispered, opening her eyes. “The hairpin. It’s... humming. A wrong note in the world’s song.”Ash was already moving. He pulled a whetstone and linen bandages from a small pouch Ronan had grabbed during their escape. “Then that’s whe
The silence after the storm was a trap.It lasted only three heartbeats, long enough for Ash to get on his feet. His eyes scanned the square, sharp and alert like a man who knew peace could never last. They landed on the stirring hunters and then quickly snapped to Liora not with relief, but pure, raw panic.He didn’t help her up gently. He yanked her to her feet, gripping her arm tight and strong. “Move. Now.”The first scream split the dawn. It wasn’t fear, it was rage. A hunter, a big man with a broken nose and Gorven’s black wolf emblem on his jacket stumbled forward, clutching his head. His wild eyes were clearing from the Scourge’s hold. They locked on them: on Liora, still faintly glowing with power; on Ronan, carrying Kael’s unconscious body; on Elara, trying to stop the blood flowing from Ash’s shoulder.“Witches!” he spat the word like poison. “You poisoned our minds! You brought the darkness!”A rock whizzed past Ronan’s head, smashing against the burnt bakery ruin. Then an
The Lead Sister’s challenge hung in the air, cold and sharp. Use their friend’s dying breath as a trail into the lion’s den. It wasn’t a choice, it was a last, desperate chance.Liora looked at the Sister’s blank face, then at Kael, who was breathing shallowly, black veins crawling toward his heart, like a bad tattoo. She felt it, the cold, smart pressure of the hunter, coming closer, learning their fear with every second.“Do it,” Liora said, her voice all hard focus.The Lead Sister put the glass compass on Kael’s chest. The swirling black needle snapped straight to his heart then she took Liora’s hand and pushed it to the cold glass.“You are the key,” she said softly. “Turn it.”Liora didn’t reach for cold power. She reached for the link, the terrible pull killing Kael. She focused on it, and instead of fighting, she gave in.The world didn’t tear. It opened up.One moment, the ruined village square. Next, a strange twist, and they stood somewhere else.The air was thin and tasted
The cold of the grey dawn settled deep into their bones. It felt like their fear had come alive. They didn’t run, they stumbled along, hurt, empty and staggered like broken soldiers wounded. The quiet forest was no longer peaceful. It felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something bad like a terrible disaster.Kael leaned on Ash, his face twisted in pain. The bandage on his hand was soaked, not with red blood, but with a faint, glowing silver that pulsed like a sick light and each pulse made him weaker.“We need to stop,” Elara said softly, almost too small to hear. “He can’t keep going.”Liora, walking just ahead, stopped. Her shoulders were tight, the power inside her trembling and she turned slowly. For a moment, Ash saw not the girl he loved, but something ancient and worn. Her eyes, mixed brown and silver, looked at Kael’s hands.“The knife’s cut,” she whispered. “It didn’t just hurt your skin. It cuts your…It cut part of your future. It’s erasing you slowly, taking y