The voice didn’t stop when the wind did.It slid through the silence, low and layered—like a thousand whispers speaking in unison through a single throat. My pulse stumbled. Every instinct I had screamed to run, but my feet stayed rooted to the ashen ground."Riven," I breathed. "You hear that?"He lifted his head, eyes narrowing. "That’s not her."Julian swallowed hard. "No. That’s older."The air shifted. The smell of iron and rain rolled in—not from the storm above, but from something moving beneath the soil.The forest exhaled again, but this time it wasn’t wind. It was breath.The ground shuddered beneath us, splitting in a jagged line that cut straight through the clearing. From the fissure, silver mist poured out, dense and cold. The kind that clung to skin like oil.Cassian cursed, backing away. "It’s not over. The Veil’s reopening."Julian’s hands sparked as he tried to form a ward, but the mist lashed upward like tendrils, wrapping around his wrists. He screamed, the glow in
The crystal pulsed once between our hands.Then again, harder.Light bled through the cracks in its surface, threading up my wrist like veins of frozen lightning. The ground beneath us trembled. Every root, every leaf, every whisper of air seemed to react to it."Riven," I hissed, jerking my hand back. "What did you—"He tightened his grip on the crystal. "It’s resonating. She’s close."Julian’s voice came from behind, low but strained. "Closer than before. The air feels wrong."I turned. Dareth was still lying where he’d fallen, breathing shallow but alive. Cassian knelt beside him, trying to staunch the blood flow, his hands slick with silver-streaked crimson."We can’t move him yet," Cassian said without looking up. "His ribs are shattered. One more hit and—""He’s not dying here," I cut in. "Not in her den."Riven’s gaze flicked toward the pool. The water had gone still again, but faint ripples shimmered across its surface, as if something beneath it was breathing."She’s feeding
The forest never slept.Even now—under a bruised sky and a moon half-swallowed by clouds—it pulsed with restless life. Every leaf, every breath of wind seemed to whisper my name. The scent of silverfire clung to everything, sharp and cold, turning the air itself into a warning."She’s close," Cassian murmured beside me. His hand brushed the hilt of his blade, knuckles white. "The trail’s fresher than last night.""I know." My voice came out lower than I meant, rough as gravel. "Keep your formation tight. Don’t lose sight of the ridge."Dareth gave a sharp nod from behind me, signaling the wolves to move. We advanced through the undergrowth, quiet but for the faint creak of armor and the occasional crack of a branch beneath our boots.The night had swallowed the world whole, and all that was left was breath, heartbeat, and the lingering tremor of something hunting us from the dark.Julian moved closer, his usual calm cracked by unease. "The scent—" He paused, nostrils flaring. "It’s wr
The silence tasted like ash.When I opened my eyes, the world was nothing but a blur of silver and soot. The air shimmered, humming faintly as if the ground itself was remembering what had happened. Every breath burned through my lungs—raw, heavy, real.I tried to move, but my body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back with light. The last thing I remembered was Riven’s voice—low, calm, steady—before the wildness in me broke loose and devoured everything around us."—Elara?"A voice. Familiar. Hoarse.My vision steadied, and through the haze, I saw him. Dareth.His arm was wrapped in bandages, his face streaked with dirt and blood, but his eyes—those amber eyes—were still the same. Loyal, steady, unyielding."Thank the moon goddess, you’re awake," he whispered, dropping to one knee beside me. "You were gone for almost two days. We thought—"He didn’t finish.Behind him, the Duskwind camp was a graveyard of half-burnt tents and shattered weapons. The trees bore black scars
The fire’s scent grew stronger the closer we came to the river valley.Ash clung to our cloaks, dampened by mist that refused to lift. Even the air felt scorched—tainted with the memory of something burning too long, too deep.Cassian moved ahead, blades drawn, his silhouette a blur through the smoke. Dareth followed behind me, limping slightly but refusing to slow down. The forest that had once whispered now held its breath, as though it feared what waited below.Julian murmured, "The wards around this place are gone. I can’t feel any of them anymore.""Then we make our own," I said.Riven, walking a few paces ahead, didn’t answer. His hand hovered near his sword, but his focus wasn’t on the ground—it was on the horizon, where a faint orange glow bled through the fog.When we reached the ridge, the valley opened before us.What used to be a river was now a scar of blackened earth. The water had boiled away, leaving behind cracked mud that pulsed faintly with gold veins—like veins ben
The first days of Duskwind passed in uneasy rhythm.The forest had accepted us—but not quietly.It breathed around our camp, alive in ways that made even the bravest wolves glance at the trees before sleeping. Sometimes, the wind carried whispers that weren’t quite words. Sometimes, the ground itself seemed to sigh beneath our feet.Three days since Riven arrived, and already, the air had begun to shift again.We built our camp around the ruins of an old stone temple—its walls half-eaten by moss, its altar split clean through the middle. Julian said it once belonged to the first keepers of the moon, long before packs and thrones.Now it belonged to no one.Now it belonged to us."Two missing from the south patrol," Cassian reported, his voice clipped. "They didn’t return last night."Julian frowned. "Were they rookies?""Rogues from the river group. They were stationed with Riven’s unit."The air between them thickened.My gaze shifted toward the training ground, where Riven stood at