Se connecterZane's Point Of ViewI spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, my eyes darting across the unnaturally perfect, misty grass to find the source of that voice. A few yards away, sitting casually beneath the sweeping, luminous branches of a massive willow tree, were Daekan and Fenrir. Daekan had abandoned his human form entirely; he appeared as a towering, shimmering figure wrought from pure golden fire and dark shadows, floating an inch above the ground with his arms crossed in an almost bored posture. Beside him, Fenrir rested in his true form: a massive white wolf with glowing silver eyes, his heavy chin balanced on his paws as though he were watching a tedious movie unfold. I blinked, completely disoriented, and examined my own hands. I patted my chest, my stomach, my thighs, searching for any sign of transparency. Oh, thank God. I wasn't see-through this time. I wasn't that weird, glass-like phantom I'd been when I met the Moon Goddess. Relief flooded through me as
Zane's Point Of View"You'll teach me?" I muttered, dropping the towel onto my lap and staring blankly at the dark floorboards. My mind raced through the logistics, trying to make sense of what they were proposing. "But how? I mean, logistically, how is that even supposed to work? You are literally both stuck inside my chest right now. It's not like you can just step out, grab a wooden sword, and spar with me in the living room." A massive, incredibly heavy sigh echoed through my skull, followed by the mental image of Daekan pinching the bridge of his nose in pure exhaustion. I could practically feel his disappointment radiating through our shared connection. ‘You are truly hopeless, boy,’ Daekan's smooth, elegant voice sneered, the ancient gold light in my core flaring with irritation. 'We might be sharing a physical vessel with you, but that does not mean we are trapped or blind. We are still both completely separate, ancient entities. We are merely tethered to your mortal soul by
Zane's Point Of ViewI attempted to straighten my legs, but the moment I placed real weight on my right ankle, a sharp, blinding pain shot up my leg and detonated in my hip. "Ah!" The gasp tore from my throat as my arms buckled. I crashed back to the ground, my chest slamming into the rough gravel once more. I lay face-down, wheezing like a broken accordion. My lungs burned so fiercely I tasted copper at the back of my throat. The pain overwhelmed everything… a white-hot blanket that smothered rational thought. Every muscle in my body felt twisted by hot pliers, and the dirt beneath my cheek felt cold, inviting. It would be so easy to surrender, to lie here and pretend I'd fainted. To let unconsciousness claim me and drift away from this nightmare of training. But then the vision returned, unbidden and vivid. That purple sky stretching endlessly overhead. The stench of rotting flesh mingling with burning woodsmoke, so real I could almost choke on it. Gray ash settling onto my own d
Zane's Point Of ViewI stood rooted to the spot, my boots feeling as though they'd been glued into the dirt. Battle formation? He wanted a battle formation? My mind went utterly blank. My brain scrambled backward through every defense class I'd ever endured at the Academy, desperately trying to recall how the instructors had positioned us when facing down a giant, terrifyingly powerful werewolf. Slowly, awkwardly, I shifted my weight. I dropped my hips, brought my fists up to shield my face, and spread my feet apart - exactly as we did during the Monday morning spars in the gym. I tried to appear tough, to make my shoulders look broader than they were. The stance felt hollow, performative. Even as I held the pose, doubt crept through my muscles like ice water, freezing my confidence from the inside out. The Alpha didn't even flinch. He simply stared at my stance for three agonizing seconds, his eyes tracking from my raised hands down to my shaky knees. Then he released this massive,
Zane's Point Of ViewMy stomach plummeted straight through the training ground dirt. My jaw hung half-open as I stared at the towering figure approaching, his dark ceremonial robes dragging slightly against the pebbles, sending tiny stones skittering in his wake. What the hell was Ronan's father doing here? Was he simply here to observe my training? Like some overbearing royal supervisor checking up on the new hybrid recruit? Self-consciousness slammed into me so hard I forgot how to breathe normally. My hands felt enormous and clumsy at my sides, as if they'd suddenly grown three sizes too large. Every finger seemed to throb with awareness. My face began burning with an awful, hot flush that crept up from my neck, spreading across my cheeks like wildfire. How was I supposed to look him in the eye right now?I was technically his son-in-law now… a thought that made my brain short-circuit a little every time I remembered it, but I had no idea how to act around him. The man was pract
Zane's Point Of ViewTwo weeks. Exactly fourteen days had passed since I woke in that massive, ridiculously spacious bedroom with Ronan hovering over me like a frantic guard dog. Fourteen days since I stood face-to-face with the Moon Goddess herself in an endless void of white nothingness, learning that my entire existence served as some cosmic junction point for a war that could wipe out the world. Honestly? It still felt like a complete, absurd dream. Every morning, I woke beneath heavy, plush fur blankets, blinked at the unfamiliar dark oak beams on the ceiling, and for a solid ten seconds, my brain tried to convince me I was just a regular, clumsy half-blood student sleeping in the cramped, drafty dorms at the Academy. But then I'd roll over, and my face would press against Ronan's broad, bare chest. The heat radiating from him blazed like a furnace, and that deep, heady scent of pine, rain, and raw Alpha authority would fill my nose, dragging me back to reality. Back to this s
Zane's Point Of View The river hits me like a blade to the gut.Cold. Not the kind that freezes your skin, but the kind that crawls inside you, wrapping around your bones, sucking the heat right out of your marrow. My boots sink into the silt, the water rising to my knees, and it’s like stepping
Zane's Point Of View I wanted to glare at him. Wanted to shove him away, to tell him to fuck off, to anything that would make me feel less exposed, less undone. But my body betrayed me, my muscles refusing to cooperate, my mind still hazy with the afterglow of pleasure. So all I could do was let
Zane's Point Of View The words sounded small in the dark, swallowed up by silence.I leaned back against the wall, staring at the faint moonlight sneaking through the window. Sleep wasn’t coming back tonight. That much I knew. The images were too sharp, too real.Was it just a nightmare? A side ef
Zane's Point Of View The plateau was too quiet.The mist rising off the river coiled around my ankles like living smoke, cold and clinging. The water shimmered under the pale morning light, its surface deceptively calm, like glass hiding a blade beneath. My skin prickled just looking at it, the hu







