The silence after Kael’s warning felt alive, a cold snake curling around them in the dusty cottage. It wasn’t quiet because there was no sound; it was quiet because a terrible, waiting future filled the air.It’s coming for you.Those words weren’t just a warning, they were a death sentence. Ash stood frozen by the window, his back to everyone. His shoulders, usually standing tall, were slumped. The target wasn’t Liora, or Kael, or the world, it was him. The future Liora had fought for a future Ash didn’t even know existed until she gave it up to save Kael was now the very thing that could kill him.He turned around, the raw fear he’d shown before was gone, replaced by cold, fierce anger. When his eyes met Liora’s, they were no longer the eyes of her protector, they were the eyes of a man who had already accepted what was coming.“Then we won’t let it take me,” he said, low and flat. “We use me.”“What?” Liora and Kael said together.“Does it want me? Fine. Let it come. We’ll be ready
The silence in the cottage after the shadow left was heavier than any battle noise. It was the silence of a broken safe place, a dream picked up, looked at by cruel hands, then dropped and cracked forever. Dust floated in the weak light through the dirty window, but it didn’t feel peaceful anymore and it looked like dust from ash.Ash’s hold on Liora was the only thing real. He wasn’t just holding her, he was holding on like a drowning man, fingers gripping the back of her tunic tight. His breath was ragged, heart pounding fast against her ear where she held it to his chest. He was a "fierce protector," but here, he was the one who needed protecting, from the monster wearing his face.“It used my mother,” he finally said hoarsely, words from a deep, private pain. “It used her to get to me. To get to you.”Liora could only hold him tighter. The "forbidden romance" was this: a love so strong it became a weapon for their enemy. Their strength had been mapped and was now being used as a g
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