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The Marked Map – Nyra’s First Strike

Auteur: Sharon
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-17 11:20:37

Jacob’s POV

We stood over the cursed map in the central tent and stared at the black lines that twisted across the parchment like veins. Faye sat beside me with our daughter cradled close. The mark on her wrist glowed faintly now and the skin around it looked red and angry. Every few seconds she winced but she kept her eyes fixed on the map. Elara held the moonstone ready while Taryn stood near the tent flap keeping watch. Riven and Lira flanked the table with blades half-drawn. The air insid
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  • His rejected curvy secret    Nyra’s Permanent End

    Jacob’s POV The strike team moved silently and swiftly—Elara with the moonstone strapped tight to her chest, Riven tracking the dark energy trail left by the ritual fragment, Lira covering our rear with blades ready. The morning mist had burned away, replaced by heavy pine shadows and the sharp scent of frost on needles. My thoughts stayed ice-cold, unrelenting. Nyra had to die tonight. No loose ends. No chance for the shadow curse to crawl back. Thorn already carried too much of her power; if she lived she would feed him more. The baby would never be safe. Faye would never be safe. I would end this witch before the sun set again. Riven crouched at the edge of a narrow game trail and pointed to faint violet wisps curling through the underbrush like smoke that refused to rise. “She’s bleeding dark energy. The fragment is leaking. We’re close.” Elara pressed her palm to the moonstone. Silver light flickered in answer. “The trail pulses stronger every minute. She’s trying to bind

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Northern Prison Strike

    Jacob’s POV I led the strike team hard across frozen ground with Elara beside me clutching the moonstone, Riven and Lira riding tight on the flanks, Kael and Soren bringing up the rear with bows ready. Faye stayed behind in camp holding the pack together with nothing but her voice and our daughter’s steady echo. Leaving her felt like tearing out a rib, but the vision she saw left no choice. Nyra was already inside the prison. Thorn waited. We had to end them before the binding finished. My thoughts stayed cold, relentless. Nyra dies first. Thorn stays locked away or bleeds out tonight. The baby must never feel their hands again. Every mile we rode sharpened that certainty into a blade. I glanced at the team. “We hit fast. Nyra dies first. Thorn stays in chains or we end him tonight. No hesitation. No prisoners.” Riven nodded grim. “If the ritual’s started the fragment will be glowing. We break it before the chains snap.” Lira checked her blades. “I take the guards at the gat

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Pack’s New Divide

    Faye’s POV The moon had betrayed us tonight. It rose full and bright to watch a family almost break, a pack almost die by its own hands. We rode back into camp under that same moon. The baby rested calmly against me now. Her Lunaris echo thrummed steady and strong inside my ribs after it shattered Nyra’s ritual stone. The silver light no longer flared wild; it flowed quietly and sure, knitting strength back into my arms and legs. I slid from the horse without Jacob’s help and stood straight even though every muscle still ached from the poison’s long grip. The central clearing waited for us. Half the pack stood armed on one side faces hard and suspicious. The other half clustered near the council tent weapons lowered but eyes sharp. Torches burned low and cast long flickering shadows across the dirt. No cheers greeted us. Only silence thick enough to choke on. I walked forward with our daughter in my arms. Jacob stayed close to my right side. Elara carried the moonstone behind

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Moonrise Battle – Nyra’s Ritual Breaks

    Jacob’s POV I led the forced alliance deeper into Nyra’s cave as the full moon peaked overhead. Silver light from the baby’s Lunaris echo cut through the darkness ahead of us, illuminating the tunnel walls in steady pulses. Faye walked right beside me with our daughter held tight against her chest. Elara carried the moonstone close behind her. Riven and Lira flanked the sides while Harlan stumbled forward under guard with a rope tight around his wrists. The group stayed in tight formation; every step was matched, and every blade was ready. My mind stayed locked on survival. One slip and the baby’s power got stolen. The pack split forever. Thorn returned stronger than before. I could not let any of it happen. I shoved Harlan ahead harder. “You walk first. If this is a trap you die first. Keep moving and do not look back.” Harlan spat blood from his split lip. “You think this ends with me dead Jacob? Nyra already won.” Faye answered fast. “She has not won yet. The echo fights

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Forced Alliance – March to Nyra’s Cave

    Jacob’s POV The clearing still buzzed with low growls and shifting feet. Faye stood beside me breathing steadily but pale the baby quiet in her arms after that cry that rang like a command through every unmarked wolf. The silver barrier had faded but the echo lingered in the air thick enough to taste. Harlan’s line looked smaller now half his followers crossed over after the vision and the healing light. The rest gripped their weapons eyes darting between their elder and me. I stepped forward voice cutting through the murmurs. “Enough staring. We march together tonight. Nyra finishes her ritual at moonrise and takes the echo. We reach her cave before that happens or we lose everything. Harlan, you ride at the front where I can see you. Any betrayal and you die first. No discussion.” Harlan’s jaw tightened but he did not argue. Three of his loyal wolves moved to flank him blades still out. Riven called from the side. “I scout ahead with Elara. We mark the path clear of any trap

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Public Test

    Faye’s POV The moonlight poured cold and bright across the clearing. Every wolf stood frozen in two ragged lines facing each other like armies about to clash. Harlan’s faction gripped their weapons tighter on one side while the loyal wolves stayed close to Jacob and me on the other. The northern raven’s message still burned in my mind. Moonrise. Nyra’s deadline. Our daughter’s small body rested warm against my chest and the Lunaris echo thrummed steadily inside me stronger than it had ever felt before. My legs trembled from the poison that lingered but the echo pushed strength into my muscles and steadied my breathing. I could walk. I could speak. I could stand in front of them all. I took one step forward away from Jacob’s side. The silver barrier around the baby shimmered visibly now as a faint dome of moonlight that pulsed with every heartbeat we shared. Every eye in the clearing locked on it. Jacob reached for my arm. “Faye wait.” I shook my head gently. “No. They need to

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Night She Came

    Faye povThe hospital room felt too bright and too cold as the machines beeped softly and steadily beside the bed. My body hurt everywhere. My stomach felt tight and sore from the surgery. I lay on the bed with pillows propped behind my head. The blanket covered me up to my chest. My arms felt heav

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  • His rejected curvy secret    Healing in the Shadows

    Faye povThe night felt different now that the fight was over, but the danger had not disappeared. The courtyard torches still burned, casting long shadows that moved across the faces of the pack members who watched us leave. Some of those faces held awe. Some held in confusion. A few held somethin

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  • His rejected curvy secret    The Weight of the Hall

    Faye povI had barely finished the tea Lila brought earlier, barely had time to hold my daughter close and breathe in her clean baby smell, when the tent flap opened and three warriors stepped inside. They wore the pack’s dark green tunics, with their faces serious, and weapons at their sides. One

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  • His rejected curvy secret    Awakening to Whispers

    Faye pov The soft light filtering through the white canvas felt gentle on my face when I first opened my eyes. It was morning, or close to it. The tent smelled like wood smoke, herbs, and the faint metallic tang of healing salves. My body felt heavy, as though every muscle had been squeezed and le

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