Mag-log inFor eighteen years, I listened to him laugh. Now it was my turn. The Hallow paced through the darkness, his confidence bleeding away with every tremor that rolled through the realm.The black sky above us no longer looked quite so black.Orange light bled across the horizon. At first it had been faint. A distant glow. Now it stretched farther with every passing moment. And the Hallow hated it.I could feel it. Taste it. The bastard was scared. Not terrified. Not yet. But scared enough to stop pretending everything was going according to plan. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in almost two decades."What's wrong?" I asked. The Hallow ignored me. "You seem nervous." Still nothing. His attention remained fixed on the growing light spreading through his domain. The shadows around him twitched restlessly. Like wounded animals. Like they could feel the change too. For the first time in years, the darkness didn't belong entirely to him anymore. And he knew it. The realm shook. The Ha
The Hallow stared at me. For the first time since I'd arrived, he looked uncertain. Good. It didn't last long. Monsters like him couldn't afford uncertainty. They smothered it. Buried it beneath arrogance and power and the comforting belief that they were always the smartest creature in the room.I knew because John had done the same thing. The Hallow smiled. Slowly. Cruelly. "You think you've won.""I think you're predictable."His expression darkened. "Careful."I laughed. Actually laughed. And that seemed to make him angrier than anything else. "You lured me here," I said."Yes.""You isolated me.""Yes.""You used my father."The smile returned. "And it worked."I let my face fall. Just enough. A flicker of pain. A crack in my confidence. The Hallow immediately relaxed. There it was. The reaction he wanted. The weakness he had been searching for.For a second, neither of us spoke. Then he moved. Fast. Pain exploded through my arm. I cried out as his hand wrapped around the fading
If someone had told me a year ago that an entire town's obsession with Halloween decorations would end up saving our lives, I would have laughed in their face. Now? I was personally overseeing the placement of three hundred and forty-seven jack-o'-lanterns. Life came at you fast."Move that one six inches left."The volunteer carrying the pumpkin stopped and stared at me. "Seriously?""Seriously." He shifted it. I nodded. "Perfect."Clara glanced between the pumpkins and me. "It's exactly the same.""It's not.""It absolutely is."I pointed at the sidewalk."The spacing was off."She stared. Then sighed. "You've spent way too much time around witches.""I think you mean not enough."Kyle barked out a laugh from somewhere behind us. Emily immediately rolled her eyes. I ignored both of them. My attention remained fixed on the town square. The center of our trap.Months ago, none of us had understood why Hallow's Edge celebrated Founder's Day the way it did. The pumpkins. The lantern wal
The moment I stepped beneath the arch, I knew there was no turning back. The world shifted. Not physically. Magically. The forest disappeared behind me. The connection to my body snapped tight, like a rope stretched to its limit.Every instinct screamed at me to run. To leave. To wake up. I couldn't. The darkness beneath the arch swallowed me whole. And somewhere in the distance, something laughed.By the time I stumbled out of the shadows, I knew I wasn't in the astral realm anymore. At least not the version I'd trained in. This place felt wrong. The sky was black. The trees twisted toward the ground instead of the heavens. Whispers moved through the air. The earth itself seemed alive beneath my feet. Watching. Waiting. And in the center of it all stood a man wearing my father's face.I stopped walking. He smiled. The expression looked familiar. The eyes didn't. "Raven."My hands curled into fists. "Dad?"The smile widened. "No." The word echoed through the darkness. The illusion sha
I didn't tell anyone about the arch. That should have been my first clue. Not the creepy ancient symbols. Not the voice that sounded exactly like my father. Not even the fact that I'd never seen the structure before despite months of exploring the astral realm.The secret itself should have been enough. Because I wasn't a secret-keeper. At least not from Noah. But somehow, every time I considered telling him, something stopped me. Not fear. Not exactly. Just a quiet certainty that I needed more information first. A certainty that felt suspiciously like my own thoughts. Which was becoming a problem.I sat at the kitchen table the next morning staring into my coffee. Noah slid into the chair beside me. "You're thinking too loud."I glanced up. "What does that even mean?""It means you've been glaring at your coffee for five minutes.""I have not.""Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds.""You timed me?""I timed you." I groaned.Noah's amusement brushed through the bond. Warm. Comfortab
The worst part about training wasn't the exhaustion. It wasn't the headaches. It wasn't even spending hours digging through dusty records trying to decipher prophecies that read like they had been written by someone actively trying to confuse future generations.The worst part was waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for a breakthrough. Waiting for answers...waiting for my father. Months had passed since the dream. Months since Dad's warning. Months of training. Research. Preparation.And still I felt like we were standing in place. The Hallow hadn't stopped. But he hadn't escalated either. A push through the matebond here. A false emotion there. Small attacks. Small failures. Like he was searching for a weakness he couldn't find.Part of me was grateful. The other part hated it. Because every quiet day meant Dad was still trapped. Every peaceful evening meant he was still fighting alone. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it."Focus." Clara's voice cut throug
I 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 tow
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







