I woke to the scent of ash and sage.
Something was burning, not in the room, but in me.
My chest ached like it had been hollowed out and filled with fire. My arms trembled. My throat was raw. But I was alive.
The trial was over.
I’d survived.
I blinked against the low light and sat up slowly. I was lying in the sacred healer’s wing, the high chamber usually reserved for Alphas or dying warriors.
Everything was silent, thick with that strange kind of stillness after war.
They hadn’t celebrated.
Because surviving me was scarier than killing me.
The Gateborn mark on my palm was glowing again. Not bright, just steady. Faint gold pulsing beneath the skin like a second heartbeat. I clenched my fist. The pain was still there.
So was the wolf.
But she was quiet.
For now.
The door opened with a gust of cold
Kael gave me a nod, and something in his face made me give in. The liquid was bitter, but as soon as it touched my tongue, the fire dulled. My body relaxed too much.“See?” Celina said softly, glancing up at Kael with a faint smile. “It’s working.”Riven folded his arms, his gaze like ice. “Funny how you’re always right where we need you. Almost like you know when things will go wrong.”Celina’s expression flickered, just for a second, before she stood gracefully. “Maybe it’s because I care enough to listen, Riven. Something you seem incapable of doing.”Kael glared at him. “That’s enough.”Later that night, when the fortress was quiet, I caught a glimpse of Celina leaving the east wing.Curious, I followed , but stopped when I saw her disappear into the shadowed courtyard whereElder Darius stood waiting.My heart dropped.“Y
Kael didn’t even hesitate. The moment Celina’s scream echoed through the fortress, he ran.“Kael!” I shouted after him, but my voice was swallowed by the pounding of his boots against the stone steps.Riven swore under his breath. “Of course he’d go charging straight to her.”My fire rippled under my skin, a jealous, restless heat that made my hands tremble. “We need to see what’s happening,” I said, moving after Kael despite Riven’s sharp “Wait.”We found them in the lower courtyard. Celina was on the ground, her face pale and her hands clutching her side like she’d been struck.Kael was already crouched beside her, his hands steadying her shoulders. “What happened? Celina, talk to me.”She looked up at him with tear-bright eyes, her voice trembling. “I… I don’t know. I was just walking and… Something grabbed me. A shado
“Don’t say that,” he said sharply. “You’re safe. We’ll make sure of it.”Riven’s voice was low and dangerous. “Except when she’s around,” he muttered, glaring at Celina.Celina tilted her head, her expression innocent. “You’re angry at me for being here? I didn’t do anything. I was only trying to help Kael.”“Exactly,” Riven said, stepping closer to her. “You’re always here. Always circling.”Kael snapped, “Riven, enough!”Celina looked down, her shoulders sagging as though she were hurt by Riven’s words. “I’ll go,” she said softly. “I don’t want to make things worse.”“No,” Kael said quickly, catching her arm before she could turn. “You don’t have to leave. This isn’t your fault.”I felt that like a punch to the chest. My fire stirred again, clawing at my ribs like it wanted out.Riven noticed. “Kael,” he warned, “you’re making this worse.”Kael turned on him, his voice sharp. “I’m trying to hold this together, Riven. Maybe if you stopped accusing everyone, we’d have a chance.”Celin
“Kael!”I dropped to my knees beside him, panic burning hotter than the fire that had just lashed out of me. His shirt was charred at the chest, the fabric still smoking.“I didn’t—” My voice broke. “Kael, I didn’t mean—”He groaned, gripping his chest. “I know.” His eyes flickered up at me, softer than I deserved. “It wasn’t you. It’s… the fire.”“Move,” Celina said, her voice calm but commanding as she crouched beside him. Her hands were already pulling small jars from her belt, her fingers sure and practiced.I froze, guilt rooting me in place.Celina looked at me, her green eyes steady. “I’m not here to hurt him. Let me help, Rory.”Riven hovered behind me, his hand on my shoulder. “You’re awfully quick to play healer, Celina,” he muttered.“Someone has to,” she replied sweetly, dabbing a salve onto Kael’s burned skin. “Unless you’d rather watch him suffer.”Kael hissed as the salve touched his chest. “It’s fine, Riven. Let her do it.”Riven’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue.I
“Life always is,” she murmured. “But this baby… it’s a gift, Rory. You shouldn’t be afraid of it.”Kael’s blade clanged against Riven’s shield, sending sparks flying. Celina’s eyes flicked toward him, and I didn’t miss the faint smile that curved her lips.“Kael’s under a lot of pressure,” she said softly. “Trying to be the leader, the protector, the brother who never breaks. Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees how much he’s carrying.”I frowned. “I see him.”“Do you?” she asked, tilting her head. “Because from where I stand, Kael looks… lonely. Like he’s carrying the weight of all your fire and fear on his shoulders.”I didn’t answer, but her words sank in like tiny hooks.Kael won the sparring round with a brutal strike that knocked Riven flat on his back. He didn’t even pause to help him up, just stalked toward the well to grab a drink, his jaw tight.Celina stood gracefully. “Kael,” she called, her voice warm. “You’re pushing yourself too hard again.”He stopped, surprised by her to
The note burned in my hand.Not every fire is meant to burn bright. Some are meant to be snuffed out.I didn’t need to guess who had left it. The smell of Celina’s herbs still clung to the parchment.But why leave this? Was it a warning? A threat? Or something else entirely?“Throw it away,” Riven said from the doorway, his voice like gravel. He’d appeared silently, as if he’d known exactly what I was reading.“Did you see her leave it?” I asked, my voice low.“I didn’t have to,” he said, stepping closer. “This has her all over it.”Kael walked in then, frowning as he spotted the note in my hand. “What’s going on now?”“Your precious Celina left a little love letter,” Riven said darkly, snatching the paper from me and holding it up. “Read it for yourself.”Kael’s eyes skimmed the words, his jaw tightening slightly, but he shook his head. “It doesn’t mean anything. It could be… a saying. Or an old proverb.”Riven laughed bitterly. “A proverb about snuffing out fires? Wake up, Kael. She