~Eira
“We can’t stay here for long,” Caelum said, tightening the cloth around his shoulder pack. His voice was steady but low, like the cave walls might eavesdrop. “We’ll need food. Water. If you’re feeling up to it, we can walk around a bit and see what we can find.” I rolled my eyes and shifted on the rock. “I told you I was fine.” He arched a brow then carried his cloak and used it to cover my crescent birthmark which was no longer glowing as brightly as it was before. “Where’s Eve?” I asked. “Who’s that?” “My horse,” I said dryly. “The only friend I have left in this godforsaken world.” “Oh. Your horse.” He scratched the back of his neck. “She’s just outside.” “That’s nice.” I stood and stretched, grimacing as my shoulder tugged under the bandage. “Let me go and check on the only person in this world that actually cares about me.” I gave him a cold glare before walking out into the light. He sighed—deep and exasperated—but didn’t say a word. The morning air was crisp. Eve whinnied softly when she saw me, nudging her head into my chest. Her flanks were still dust-caked from the cave, her legs trembling faintly from exhaustion, but her eyes were alert. “There you are,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. “Don’t worry, girl. I’ve got you. You’ve got me. That’s all we need.” Moments later, Caelum emerged with the packs. He tossed a twig into the air. It spun like a coin and landed with its broken end pointing north. “We head that way,” he said. “Seriously? That’s your method?” “What’s wrong with it?” “Nothing much—just that our lives now depends on the direction of a twig.” I said with a scoff. “Would you rather go that way?” Caelum asked, pointing to the left. I stared there and saw different creatures attacking themselves and heavy winds that carried their battle to the air. “What are you waiting for? We’re heading north.” I said as I climbed on Eve. Caelum smiled as he climbed on his horse too leading the way. The world stretched quiet around us as we rode. The hills rolled like sleeping beasts beneath the blanket of dawn, and the sky bled soft gold into the east. For a while, there was nothing but the sound of hooves crunching gravel. “This ride reminds me of summer when we were kids,” Caelum said eventually, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Which one?” “The one where you, me, and Aeron snuck out to the stables. We stole horses just to see what it felt like to be grownups.” I smiled—small and bitter. “I remember getting injured and having to hide from the Alpha.” “Those were the days, huh?” he said. “When playing was our biggest worry.” “I miss those days.” I said with a smile, overwhelmed with a feeling of nostalgia. “You know Aeron got into serious trouble because of that” Caelum said, looking at me momentarily before looking back at the path we were on. “Are you serious? I don’t remember getting caught.” I stroked my chin, trying to remember. “We didn’t get caught, did we?” “No. Because Aeron covered for us,” Caelum said, eyes flicking toward the horizon. “His father asked who he snuck out with. But he didn’t tell.” I laughed softly. “On three horses? Alpha Marius believed his son rode three horses by himself? He could barely stay on one.” “Not sure what the Alpha believed,” Caelum chuckled. “But even though he knew Aeron had only two friends, he didn’t send for us.” There was a long pause. Then I asked the question that had been chewing at my insides like acid. “Where did it all go wrong?” Caelum didn’t answer. “Did I do something wrong?” I pressed. “Of course not. Why would you ask that?” “Then why did he betray me?” I snapped, voice cracking. “Why would he cast me away like I was nothing?” He exhaled slowly. “Let’s not brand him with betrayal just yet. He might not have had a choice.” I scoffed. “Why are you defending him? You’re supposed to be on my side.” “I am on your side, Eira,” Caelum said firmly. “But I’m trying to understand. Aeron doesn’t just throw people away. Especially not you.” “So now he’s Luna-less,” I muttered. “How’s he going to become Alpha?” Caelum hesitated. “There are ways.” “What ways?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. By the time the sun hit its peak, the hills had begun to shift—less harsh rock, more clustered trees. A strange stillness settled over the terrain, broken only by the low hum of wind threading through the leaves. That’s when we saw it. A cluster of huts hidden in the valley below—low, circular structures made of stone and clay, their thatched roofs golden under the sunlight. Crude wooden stalls stood in crooked lines along what seemed to be a central path, though they were long abandoned. Some were still stocked with shriveled fruit and half-shattered baskets. A brittle well stood near the center of the village like a forgotten relic. It looked like a place built by people who had once lived well—and then left in a hurry. We hit our horses’ flanks gently, urging them forward. They galloped down the slope and into the village clearing. We dismounted quickly, hands on our weapons, eyes scanning. There wasn’t a single soul in sight. The air was dry. Dust coated the ground like ash. Doors hung half-open. Curtains fluttered behind windows. But no voices. No footsteps. Not even birdsong. We walked the horse slowly through the main path. “Hello?” Caelum called out. “Is anyone here?” Silence. We circled a hut. I knocked on its door. Nothing. We stepped past the well, past a broken cart with splintered wheels and an overturned barrel. Still nothing. Then, just as we turned toward a narrow alley between two huts— They appeared. A blur of motion. A shift in the air. Suddenly we were surrounded. Figures in black emerged like smoke, slipping from behind huts, from rooftops, from shadows. They circled us with terrifying coordination. Each held a long wooden spear, the tips etched with glowing white runes. Their faces were masked—smooth black plates that gave no hint of expression. In seconds, there were a dozen. Maybe more. Spears leveled at our throats. Eve neighed in panic, rearing slightly. I held her steady, heart hammering, breath locked in my chest. “Just when I thought things were starting to look up.” I muttered— right as the cold tip of a spear touched my throat.~Omniscient The night air in Obsidian still carried the smoke of battle. The ruins of Arelith’s ritual circle smoldered in the courtyard, silver ash scattering across the broken stones like spilled starlight. The wards were broken. The monsters were gone. And yet, the air pulsed with aftershocks of magic, as if the ground itself remembered every scream and strike. Eira stood in the center of it all, her dark red hair gleaming like a beacon. She had been absent for too long, torn away into silence Now she stood, alive and unbowed, though exhaustion hung in the sharp lines of her face. Across from her, Ryan’s golden eyes fixed on her as if he could scarcely believe she was real. It was Ryan who broke the silence. He stepped forward first, his arms still sore from channeling the destructive magic that had freed her. His gaze softened, relief pulling the corners of his mouth into something fragile. “Eira. Are you okay? What did she do to you?” She turned to him, and though her exp
~Omniscient The cavern shuddered under the weight of snarls and steel-sharp claws. The circle at its center pulsed with sickly red light, Eira suspended above it, her body limp as though the magic itself had hollowed her out. Ryan’s roar broke the silence first, raw and guttural. He surged forward, hands blazing with magic, while Kyle and Ivy flanked him. Behind them, the guards — all shifting mid-run — bones snapping and fur erupting as their wolf forms tore through the air. The scent of bloodlust filled the chamber. Lady Chloe met them head-on. She moved like liquid shadow, her hands snapping outward in violent bursts of lunar fire. Wolves lunged; she spun, slashing through fur and flesh with glowing daggers that appeared from her palms. One wolf went down with his throat scorched open, another slammed into the wall, whimpering as smoke rose from his burnt hide. Ryan’s magic clashed against hers, a wild collision of flame and silver light that filled the chamber with explosi
~Omniscient The night wrapped itself around Obsidian Castle like a conspirator. Its walls glimmered faintly under moonlight, pale stone catching silver as though the fortress itself were aware that danger crept toward it. Four figures pressed close to its shadowed perimeter, breath steaming in the cool night. Aeron. Ryan. Ivy. Kyle. Each bore the weight of what waited within: Eira, bound and bleeding strength into Lady Chloe’s spell. The real war wasn’t against steel or soldiers. It was against time. “Remember,” Ryan murmured, voice low as smoke, “we go in, split, break the defenses from inside. We regroup at the inner chambers.” Aeron rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get caught. Hit fast. Keep moving. Got it.” He kept his tone sharp, dismissive—masking the quicksilver of nerves beneath. Aeron adjusted the strap of his sword, nodding to Kyle. “You and I take the eastern hall. They’ll expect the most resistance there. Hope you can fight.” “A b
~Ryan The forest spat me out into their path. I barely had time to call their names before Ivy’s wide eyes fixed on me, her chest heaving as if her lungs were on fire. The guy next to her stumbled a step behind her, his grip on her wrist tight, his expression stricken with the kind of fear I had prayed they’d never learn this young. For a heartbeat, they froze, ready to bolt. The tension in their bodies was so sharp I could almost hear it. Then recognition dawned in Ivy’s face, and she breathed a single word that cracked something in me: “Dad?” I caught her before she crumpled against me, her trembling hands gripping the folds of my coat like she thought I might vanish. The guy next to her hovered, pale as the moonlight, his eyes darting back toward the treeline where the possessed still shrieked and tore through the undergrowth. I pulled them both behind me, every muscle braced for another attack. But the creatures didn’t follow. Not yet. Their cries echoed through the trees, f
~Omniscient The tether pulled at Eira like an invisible hand clutching her ribs, dragging her back towards the place she had sworn never to return unless the situation was dire. Eira ran, her feet striking against the dirt road, the soft night air cutting against her face. Her chest ached with each breath, but she didn’t slow—not even when the lights of Obsidian Village flickered into view through the trees. She could feel him. Aeron. The call hummed in her bones, louder than any warning her instincts whispered. Every step only deepened her certainty: he was there, he needed her, and she would find him. The village was quiet, eerily so. The marketplace stalls, once loud and bustling with trade, stood abandoned. Wooden shutters rattled faintly in the night breeze. A dog barked once in the distance before silence swallowed it again. Her eyes scanned the shadowed faces that peered from behind doors—villagers watching her pass with expressions too guarded, too tense. Still, no o
~Aeron Later that evening, the sound of hurried footsteps scraped down the corridor like the tick of a blade being sharpened. My eyes snapped to the bars, to the dim torchlight bending shadows along the damp stone walls. And then—she appeared. Denise. Her breath was ragged, her hair matted to her temples, her arms full of leather satchels and a single gleaming spellstone clutched like a lifeline. I thought, for a fleeting heartbeat, that this was some fever dream brought on by exhaustion. “You’re a bit late,” I muttered, because disbelief made me cruel. She shoved the satchels to the ground and set to work on the lock. “And you’re welcome.” Her voice trembled, but her hands moved with purpose. “Sorry about that, anxiety makes people forget their manners. What’s the plan again?” I asked. “Lady Chloe isn’t in the vicinity tonight so we just have to avoid the guards, get to the fence and then we’re free.” She said, her fingers brushing the iron, lips shaping words too soft