Se connecterI step away from Raven’s door, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I shouldn’t have gone up there. I shouldn’t have stood in her doorway staring at her like I forgot how to function. I shouldn’t have felt… whatever that was. But I did. And now everything inside me is twisted. I walk down the hall toward my room, trying to shake it off, but my phone keeps buzzing again and again. Lily. I told her earlier I wouldn’t be free tonight because our new foster sister was arriving and my family needed me. That should’ve been enough. For anyone else, it would’ve been. But Lily doesn’t do boundaries. She doesn’t do no. My phone lights up again.
Lily:
Are you ignoring me?Another.
Lily:
You said you’d call me after practice. Why didn’t you?Another.
Lily:
Who is she?I clench my jaw and push open my bedroom door. I toss the phone onto my bed, but it buzzes instantly. I stare at it, teeth grinding. I wanted to end things face‑to‑face. To be decent. To be the better man. But tonight is already a disaster. Raven is terrified of me, or maybe just overwhelmed, and every time she looks at me, something inside me pulls tight. And Lily… Lily is making everything worse. The phone buzzes again.
Lily:
Noah answer me. I know you’re on your phone.Something in me snaps. I grab the phone, thumbs moving before I can talk myself out of it.
Me:
Lily, we’re done. I should’ve said it sooner. I’m sorry.The message sends. My stomach drops. It feels like a punch to the gut, breaking up over text. I hate myself for it. But I also feel… relieved. Like I’ve been holding my breath for months and finally let it out.
I turn off my phone before she can reply and toss it onto my desk. Then I scrub a hand over my face and head downstairs. Dad is in the mudroom, pulling on his boots. He looks up when he hears me. “Walk?” he asks. I nod. We step into the cool night air. The woods behind the house are dark and familiar, the kind of quiet that settles into your bones. We walk halfway down the path before Dad speaks.
“You look like you swallowed a hornet.”
I huff a humorless laugh. “I broke up with Lily.”
He nods. “Good.”
“In a text.” He stops walking and turns to look at me. I wince. “Yeah. I know. I should’ve handled it better.”
Dad’s mouth twitches into an almost‑smile. “You think?”
“I just...” I drag a hand through my hair. “She wouldn’t stop texting, and Raven… she’s putting up walls. I don’t know what I did wrong, and everything feels overwhelming. I got caught up in the moment and just… ripped the Band‑Aid off.”
Dad chuckles, shaking his head. “Son, you absolutely should’ve handled it better.”
“I know.”
“But,” he adds, clapping a hand on my shoulder, “sometimes life doesn’t give you the perfect moment. Sometimes you just have to do the thing that needs doing.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. We start walking again. “Be prepared for drama tomorrow,” he says lightly. “Lily doesn’t strike me as the quiet type.”
I groan. “She’s going to make a scene.”
“Probably.”
“Great.”
Dad gives me a sideways look. “But you did what needed to be done. And now you can focus on what matters.”
Raven. He doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The bond is already pulling at me, tightening with every step. I glance back toward the house, toward the window glowing softly upstairs. Dad follows my gaze and nods once, understanding. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s head back. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”
He has no idea. By the time we circle back to the house, the night air has cooled my head a little. Not enough, but enough to keep me from pacing a hole in my floor. I kick off my boots in the mudroom and head upstairs. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the heater.
I’m halfway down the hall when a door opens. Raven steps out of the bathroom, hair damp around her shoulders, wearing an oversized T‑shirt and leggings. She freezes when she sees me, like she wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. The bond hits me like a punch to the chest. I swallow and force myself to speak before I overthink it.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “Can we talk for a second?” She hesitates, then nods, staying in the doorway, keeping distance. I don’t blame her. I’ve been a mess all night. “I wanted to apologize,” I say. “For dinner. For… everything, really.”
Her brows pull together. “You don’t have to...”
“I do.” I rub the back of my neck. “I didn’t mean to make you feel unwelcome. I wasn’t ignoring you. I just… had something going on that I should’ve handled before you got here.”
Her eyes flick to my pocket, where my phone would be if I hadn’t abandoned it on my desk. She doesn’t ask, but she knows.
“I wasn’t upset,” she says softly.
“You ran upstairs like the house was on fire.”
She blushes, looking down. “I just… needed space.”
I nod. “Fair enough.”
Silence settles between us, not awkward, just charged. Like the air is waiting for something.
I clear my throat. “About school tomorrow… I usually take Emily in the mornings, but with football season, I’ve got early practice. So I won’t be able to drive you guys.”
“Oh.” She nods. “That’s fine.”
“But Emily usually waits for me after practice so we can all go home together,” I add. “If you want to wait with her.”
A tiny smile touches her lips. “I don’t think Emily’s going to let me walk home alone anyway.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Yeah, probably not.”
She shifts, fingers brushing the pendant at her throat. “Goodnight, Noah.”
“Goodnight, Raven.”
She turns and walks toward her room, the hallway light catching in her hair. I watch her go, the bond tugging at me with every step. When her door clicks shut, I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding. Tomorrow is going to be complicated. And I have no idea how to keep my distance when every part of me is already pulling toward her.
I’m halfway through organizing the winter supply inventory when my phone buzzes.A name flashes across the screen. Delaney Warren.I freeze. Delaney hasn’t called anyone in eighteen years. I answer immediately. “Delaney?”Her voice is tight, urgent. “Clara… I need your help.”I don’t ask questions. Not yet. Not when her tone tells me everything I need to know.“I’ll come,” I say. “Tell me where.”“Hallow’s Edge,” she replies. “By nightfall.”I exhale slowly. “We’ll be there.”She tells me what's going on and what she needs. When I hang up, Aaron is already standing in the doorway of my office, arms crossed and brow raised. “Did I hear that right?” he asks. “Delaney called you?”I nod. “Yes.”He whistles under his breath. “She’s been missing for eighteen years.”“I know,” I say softly. “And I’ll explain what happened when we get there.”He steps closer, expression shifting from surprise to concern. “Clara… if she’s calling you now, it’s serious.”“It is,” I admit. “We need to be on the
I wake to an empty bed. For half a second, my heart jumps— until the matebond hums softly, warm and steady, telling me she’s close. Safe. Calm. Thinking. I smile into the pillow. Of course she’s up early.I stretch, pull on sweatpants and a shirt, and head downstairs. Halfway down, I hear voices...low, tense, arguing. Dad. And Delaney. Great. I step into the living room just as Dad throws his hands up. “Delaney, this is insane. You can’t seriously think this is a good idea.”Delaney’s voice is sharp. “It’s the only idea we have left.”Mom is sitting on the couch, looking like she’s trying to mediate without actually stepping between them. Raven is curled in the corner of the couch, mug in hand, watching them with wide eyes. I go straight to her and sit beside her, our knees touching. She leans into me automatically, the bond humming warm. “What’s going on?” I murmur.She sighs. “Mom wants to call a Luna in to help us learn more about the prophecy.”My eyebrows lift. “A Luna?”She nods
I wake before Noah. The room is dim, the soft gray of early morning slipping through the curtains. Noah is still asleep beside me, one arm draped over my waist, breathing slow and steady. The matebond hums quietly, warm, comforting, peaceful. I smile. But my mind is already turning. Thinking. Planning. Worrying. I slip carefully out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. He stirs once, reaching for me instinctively, but settles again when the bond reassures him I’m close. I pull on a sweater and head downstairs.The farmhouse is quiet, wrapped in that soft hush only early mornings seem to have. I walk into the kitchen, expecting to start coffee, but the pot is already full. And one mug is missing. I blink. Who else would be up this early?I grab my own mug, pour coffee, and head toward the back door. The November air is crisp, cool enough to make me pull the sweater tighter around me.When I step onto the porch, I see her. Mom sits in one of the rocking chairs, legs tucked under
Noah keeps his arm around me as we sit on the couch, the matebond warm and steady against the panic still twisting in my chest. I can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, slow, grounding, safe. Mom sits on my other side, close enough that her knee touches mine. Liam stands behind the couch, hands on the backrest, jaw tight. Grace and Emily sit across from us, both leaning forward, both worried. Everyone is here. Everyone is listening. And I’m terrified.I take a shaky breath. “It was a vision. Not real. But… it felt real.” Mom’s hand finds mine instantly. “Sweetheart, tell us everything.” So I do. I tell them about the Nothing. About the Hallow wearing Brad’s face. About the fury. About the threat. About the words he used. “He said I was supposed to be his vestal,” I whisper. “His vessel. His doorway.”Mom’s breath catches. Liam’s eyes widen. Grace presses a hand to her mouth. Emily whispers, “Oh my god…”Noah pulls me closer, his thumb brushing my shoulder in slow circles. “And he s
Today was supposed to be perfect. We woke up tangled together, warm and quiet, the matebond humming like it finally found its home. We spent the morning on the porch with coffee, the afternoon hiking, and the evening lying on the dock watching the lake turn gold.I kept thinking: This is what she deserves. This is what we deserve. Peace. Normalcy. A break from destiny.But now she’s shaking in my arms, curled against my chest on the couch, breathing like she’s trying to remember how.I hold her tighter, rocking her gently, one hand stroking her hair, the other pressed over her mark, our mark, trying to steady the bond.“Raven,” I whisper, “I’m right here. You’re safe.” It takes a few minutes before her breathing evens out. She wipes her eyes, still trembling, but she’s present again. Here. With me. When she finally lifts her head, I brush her cheek with my thumb. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly. She nods. So I keep holding her, letting her stay tucked against me, letting
Morning comes softly. I wake curled against Noah, my head tucked under his chin, his arm wrapped around me like he’s been holding me all night. His breathing is slow and deep, he’s completely asleep, peaceful in a way I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. For a moment, I just lie there, listening to the quiet cabin, the faint crackle of last night’s fire, the gentle lap of the lake outside. Then I remember. We marked each other. We completed our bond.My heart flutters, warm and steady. I shift slightly, and the blanket slips just enough for me to see his mark, the one I placed on him. It sits over his left shoulder, curling down his upper arm and across part of his chest.His family crest is at the center, bold and clear. But surrounding it… is a blue flame. My flame. It glows faintly, like living ink, shimmering when the morning light touches it. I reach out and trace the flame lightly with my fingertip. Noah stirs, his breath catching. His eyes blink open, soft and sleepy. “Morning.
Dinner smells incredible, warm spices, fresh cornbread, something sweet cooling on the counter, but my stomach is too tight to enjoy any of it. I sit between Emily and Mrs. Connor, trying to look normal, trying to pretend I belong here.Ms. Carter left a few minutes ago after finishing the last of
Emily’s room smells like vanilla, old books, and something warm I can’t name. Maybe it’s safety. Maybe it’s magic. Maybe it’s just her. She talks a mile a minute as she leads me through the hallway toward my room, pointing out creaky floorboards, the bathroom we’ll share, and the window that sticks
I knew I would feel it when she arrived. Mom kept saying Raven was the one we’d been waiting for, the Warren heir, the girl I was born to protect. I tried not to believe it. We’ve had other girls placed with us before. Other maybes. Other almosts. Every time, I let myself hope, and every time, I wa
The road to Hallow’s Edge swallows us whole. Fog curls around the car in thick, dragging sheets, smearing across the windows like fingers trying to get in. The air smells damp and metallic, like pennies, or blood, and every mile we drive feels like we’re sinking deeper into something ancient.Ms. C







