Ari's POV
The wall came down like a guillotine. One second, Therrin's thoughts were spiraling—tight, tense, trembling like they always did when she was overwhelmed—and the next… Gone. Gone. No. No, no, no— Ari recoiled in the empty dark, stunned. "Therrin?" she called. "Therrin, say something—please!" Nothing. Not even a flicker of breath in their shared space. She slammed herself against the invisible barrier in Therrin's mind, heart thundering. It wasn't just silence. It was void. It felt like being locked out of her own body—like someone had ripped out her tether and tossed it into a frozen sea. She didn't know Therrin could do that. Had never felt her do it before. Not like this. Not so absolute. Ari pressed harder. "Therrin, talk to me! I don't care if you're angry or hurting—just don't shut me out like this!" Her voice echoed into nothingness. Panic hit her like a storm. She clawed at the walls—not physically, not really, but in the way soul-bound things do when they're split. Therrin was still there, but distant. Muted. Like a lighthouse swallowed by fog. And worse—Ari could feel the pressure on the other side. A strange weight. Cold. Heavy. Familiar in a way that made her insides curdle. Something else was in there with Therrin. Something she couldn't reach. Couldn't see. Couldn't fight. "No," Ari hissed, slamming herself against the block again. "Don't you dare do this! Don't you dare keep me out!" But her words bounced back. The harder she pushed, the stronger the wall became. It was like Therrin had drawn her soul inward—hunched down into herself and locked the door. No key. No opening. No warmth. Ari gasped in frustration. "Let me in," she whispered, voice breaking. "Please. Let me help you." But the only answer was silence. And that silence screamed. She curled up in the mental space that remained to her—tight, fists clenched, shaking from the effort it took to stay present. It was like she could feel Therrin suffering, and couldn't do anything to stop it. This wasn't just fear. Something was poisoning her twin from the inside. Wrapping around her like vines, digging into soft places. "Dion," she whispered, but his name felt farther away now. The bond to him had always been strongest through Therrin. They'd all felt the same pull, tangled together like three threads. But with Therrin's mind locked down, the magic frayed. Unstable. She stretched toward the bond, focusing. Please, please answer me. Nothing. She screamed his name in the void. Still—nothing. She collapsed back in the mindscape, gasping for air she didn't need. Alone. Unmoored. Desperate. Was this what it felt like to die? Was this what Therrin felt like all the time—trapped in herself, overwhelmed, pulled apart by voices she couldn't always control? She never should've pushed so hard. She knew Therrin was close to breaking, and she still pushed. Still tried to get her to talk when she wasn't ready. Ari's breath caught. That wall hadn't been built to hurt her. It had been thrown up to survive. It was instinct. And that terrified her even more. Because Therrin only ever cut her off when something unbearable was rising inside her. And now… whatever that something was, Ari had no way of knowing if it would consume her completely. She forced herself upright inside the mental space. Focused. Sharpened. A spear of her will cutting through the chaos. She had to get to Dion. He was the only one strong enough to feel her from a distance now. The only one who could maybe get through to Therrin—physically, emotionally, magically. Even if it was faint, even if it hurt—Ari reached for him. Pushed all her energy toward the bond they shared. The distance stretched like molasses between stars. Until— Warmth. A flicker. Faint. Then brighter. Dion. He turned in her direction, barely sensing her at first. Like she was a half-formed thought on the edge of a dream. She focused harder. "Dion—!" He froze. Eyes widening in the physical world. Ari clung to the tether between them, dizzy and breathless. "I need you," she said. Her voice cracked. "Something's wrong." She felt his alarm spike through the bond. But before he could speak, she began to fade again. The wall hadn't just locked her out of Therrin. It had sapped her strength. Disconnected her from the world like a limb gone numb. Still—before the darkness swallowed her entirely, she managed one last thought. "She's not safe." And then—nothing.Ciaran's POV The shadows paused, their movement reverent, as though sensing she'd gone too deep. Her breathing was shallow, her head limp against the air. Floating, bound, and blissfully unconscious. Ciaran stepped closer from the dark, his voice a thread in the stillness. "Little one…" No response. He watched her—admiring and alert—his own breath tight in his chest. Her face was soft, her lashes fluttering like she was dreaming. The shadows curled protectively around her, awaiting his next word like loyal pets. "Therrin," he said more firmly, his voice sliding low and rich, cutting through the haze. "Come back to me." She stirred. A tiny sound escaped her lips, barely audible. Her body shifted slightly in the air, the arch of her back instinctive. She blinked slowly, her eyes unfocused and glazed with submission and softness. "There you are." He touched her cheek,
Therrin's POV The forest around them was thick with dusk, the golden light folding softly beneath the canopy as shadows deepened into night. Therrin sat quietly beside Ciaran, her mind still caught in the aftermath of what had happened during those shadow-bound moments—moments she barely understood but felt woven into the core of her being. Ciaran's voice was low, careful, as he broke the silence between them. "Tell me… how did it feel when the shadows contained your wrists?" His gaze searched hers, steady and patient. Therrin's breath hitched. She hesitated, then slowly looked down at her hands resting on her lap, fingers curling slightly. "It was… strange. Heavy, but not like a weight pressing down. More like a presence—firm, unyielding. I could feel the cold, but it wasn't just cold—it was focused, like the shadows were holding me, keeping me still, making me vulnerable." She swallowed and glanced back at Ciaran, a flick
Grimm's POV The underground chamber hummed with quiet energy, the runes etched into the stone altar glowing softly like a heartbeat in the dim light. Grimm's eyes, sharp and ancient, flicked over Dion's tense form as the young man sat cross-legged, hands resting lightly on the cold surface. "You've taken the first step," Grimm said, voice low but steady. "Acknowledging your fracture is the beginning of healing. But the path ahead will test every part of you—mind, body, and soul." Dion's gaze lifted, weary but determined. "I'm ready to fight. To heal. To hold on." Grimm nodded once. "Good. Because the shadow creatures you face are unlike any foes you've known. They feed on the chaos within, the doubts and fears that ripple through your bond." He stood and began to circle the altar, fingers tracing the glowing runes. "These runes are ancient. Crafted by those who understood the delicate weave of
Dion's POV The ash was still warm beneath his fingers, though the night air had begun to chill around the charred remains of what used to be his sanctuary. The cabin, his refuge from the chaos of the world, lay broken, splintered, and twisted like his heart. Dion sank to the ground, the rough stone biting through his thin boots. His breath came uneven, a mixture of anger, grief, and raw exhaustion. He didn't know how long he had been there, slumped over the wreckage, letting the silence press in on him, heavy and suffocating. He had been forced to watch. To watch her. Therrin. With Ciaran. Their closeness, the way their hands brushed, the quiet moments exchanged between them like a language only they understood—it had torn through Dion's soul like a blade, sharp and cruel. And all he could do was feel. Powerless. Trapped in his own body, a prisoner to his own help
Dion's POV He felt it before he saw it. The tug. The fire. The unbearable silence. The bond between him and Therrin had grown stronger over time — something raw and ancient. But tonight… tonight it burned. Wild and wrong. Like a blade sliding between his ribs, twisted just enough to keep him standing. Dion stormed into the clearing, eyes wild, scent trailing like smoke behind him, shadows whispering in retreat. The moment he crossed the old ward lines, he knew something was off. The cabin he'd built her wasn't empty. But she wasn't there. She was gone. "Where are you?" Dion whispered, but it wasn't a question. It was a plea. He was pulled by instinct more than reason — following the trail only a bonded mate could trace. His boots crushed moss and ash, his heart pounding harder with every step. Then, he fr
Ciaran’s POV She was lying exactly where he'd left her — bare feet tucked beneath her, chest rising in slow, steady breaths, curled like a poem on the dark-furred rug of the abandoned cabin. The fire had long since gone to embers, casting flickers of red across her skin. Ciaran sat in the wooden chair by the hearth, elbows resting on his knees, studying her. There was something dangerous in the peace she wore. Like the stillness of a pond before a body dropped in. He knew what lay beneath that stillness — longing, power, hunger, and shadows, just waiting to be called. His shadows. His mate. Therrin stirred slightly, the curve of her lips parting. A sigh, then a whisper — his name. Not the one others called him. Not the title whispered in fear. The one only she would speak. "Ciaran…" He rose without a sound, the floor groaning gently beneath his bare feet. With a single thought, t