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Scars and Sovereigns: 9
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Lira (POV)A memory surged up fast, uninvited.The Pit. Blood everywhere. The Prisoner, staggering beside me, hand pressed to his side. Voice raw from screaming.They took her. She didn’t want to go. She was mine. Mine.I had ignored it at the time. I was bleeding, half-mad with spiral burn. I had wanted someone to blame. And I had chosen her.I had told myself she smiled when Draven touched her.I had told myself she wanted it.But standing here now, watching her wilt under nothing but quiet, I saw it.She hadn’t wanted any of it. She had only been too soft to fight.“He told me you were ripped from him,” I said, voice low.Her brows pinched. “He said it was better this way. That I wasn’t made for the other one. That I’d break if I stayed.”“And did you?”A long silence.She didn’t answer.Her fingers shifted slightly against her stomach. Not protectively. Just unsettled.Then, quieter than anything she’d said before: “Was he there?”She didn’t say his name. Maybe she didn’t remem
Bloodied Ashes Scars and Sovereigns: 10
Lira (POV)The Wilds dipped into a shallow ridge, its roots cracking underfoot like old, dry ribs. The scent was still there oil and leather, the memory of blood.It had changed since the Pit. Gone cold. Less iron, more rot. Like something that had once belonged to power, and now just lingered where it wasn’t wanted.Kael walked just behind me, neither speaking nor reaching. But I felt him, steady and hot like breath against the back of my neck.We moved downhill into low fog. The trees thinned. The path curled around a sloped bank thick with lichen.That’s when I saw it.A cart.On its side in the mud, one wheel cracked through the axle, its paint scabbed and peeled. A single leather strap trailed loose in the dirt where the beast must’ve panicked, or been cut free. Dried blood stained the metal yoke.And kneeling beside it, head down, was a woman.Thin cloak. Frayed hem. Her hair hung limp around her shoulders, matted from mist and sweat.She was struggling with the weight of a pack
Bloodied Ashes Scars and Sovereigns: 9
Lira (POV)I woke slowly. No heat, no tether ache, no spiral pulsing beneath my skin.Just breath. Mine and his. Slow. Human.Kael lay behind me, one arm draped over my waist, palm resting just above my ribs. Not possessive. Not protective. Just… present.His body was warm in the way forest stones hold sunlight—quietly, after everything else has faded.The fire had burned down to coals. The spiral scar across my abdomen didn’t glow. But something beneath it hummed. Not magic. Something quieter.I let my hand drift to that place—just below the ribs, just above the bone. My palm flattened there. Something shifted under it.Not movement. Not yet. But pressure.Change.I didn’t speak. Didn’t stir. I just let the moment hold.Behind me, Kael exhaled, his voice sleep-rough. “Still breathing?”I hummed. “Maybe.”“If you’re tracing lines on me again, I’m gonna start charging.”“I don’t think you’re worth that much,” I said softly.He huffed a tired sound. I felt his mouth at the base of my ne
Bloodied Ashes Scars and Sovereigns: 8
Lira (POV)The forest was denser here. The air colder. Damp with old rain and bone-deep quiet. The roots underfoot felt too close to the surface, like the ground was holding its breath. Like it might split open at any moment and reveal something waiting underneath. I moved carefully between the trees, brushing ash from my sleeves as I passed. The air carried the scent of moss, smoke, and something faintly sour. Like decay. Like memory. The spiral was gone. I knew that. But still, I reached for it. I reached like I used to, expecting the low hum in my spine, the pressure in my gut, the throb of magic just behind my ribs. Nothing answered. Not a flicker. Not a pulse. Not even that strange warm nausea that had once marked its presence. It was like throwing a rope into a well with no bottom. Too much space. Too much breath in my lungs. Like I’d been stretched open from the inside and nothing had filled the gap. My wolf gave a soft growl in the dark of me. Not warning. Not challeng
Bloodied Ashes Scars and Sovereigns: 7
Lira (POV)The first thing I noticed was the quiet.Not the kind wrapped in comfort or sleep. No birdsong. No wind. Just… silence. Heavy. Settled into my skin like dust after fire.It took a moment to realize I wasn’t dead.My eyes peeled open slowly, lashes stiff with sweat or dried blood. The sky above me looked pale, not dawn-bright, not bone-moon silver. Just emptied out. A colorless hush. Like something had been taken from it too.I didn’t move at first. My body felt distant, like it hadn’t fully decided to belong to me again. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and there was a copper taste threaded through my breath. I shifted my fingers. Dirt clung to them. No blood. No tether-pull. Just weight.My chest ached—not the gash I remembered, not the bruises from the ritual—but something deeper. A hollowness where something once lived. Where something once burned.I reached for it without meaning to—the bond. The tether. That bright red thread, always thrumming beneath the surfa
Bloodied Ashes Scars and Sovereigns: 6
Lira (POV)The light of that moon flattened the forest into something unrecognizable. The trees didn’t sway—they stood like painted illusions. Their limbs stiff. Their shadows swallowed. Kael’s body across from me was carved from soot and outline, not flesh. Like he didn’t belong here. Like none of us did. Even the smoke that rose from the fire moved differently now—upward, yes, but slower. As if it feared being noticed.My body ached in all its usual places—ribs, thighs, wrists. But none of it felt real under that light. It felt like I’d been drawn, not born. And maybe I had.The spiral didn’t hum. Didn’t ache. But still, I wondered if it had really left me. Or if it had only changed shape. Lifted from my ribs to the stars. Hung itself in the sky above me, watching to see what I would do now that I could no longer blame it for my choices.Behind me, Kael didn’t stir. His breath stayed steady. But it felt like he was listening. Not to me. Not to the trees. To the st
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