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Author: Bella Fyre
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93

(Kathryn’s POV)

Lena arrived not long after the guards took their posts outside the tent. She didn’t waste time with small talk. “Sit,” she ordered, already rolling up the sleeves of her jacket and digging in the leather pouch slung over her shoulder.

I sat on the edge of the cot, arms crossed. “You’re looking for a mark?”

“Something like that,” she murmured, pulling out a vial of dark red liquid, a small silver disk etched with runes, and a stick of chalk that smelled faintly of sage.

Tyler stood behind her, arms folded, watching like a hawk. Celia lingered near the tent flap, clearly trying to stay out of my line of sight.

Lena poured a single drop of the red liquid into her palm and rubbed it between her hands until it shimmered faintly. “Give me your hands.”

I hesitated, then extended them. She gripped them firmly, tracing her thumbs over my skin, up my forearms, and then along my jawline. Her touch was clinical, searching for something I couldn’t feel.

“Any burning, t
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  • Lunar Lake   93

    93 (Kathryn’s POV) Lena arrived not long after the guards took their posts outside the tent. She didn’t waste time with small talk. “Sit,” she ordered, already rolling up the sleeves of her jacket and digging in the leather pouch slung over her shoulder. I sat on the edge of the cot, arms crossed. “You’re looking for a mark?” “Something like that,” she murmured, pulling out a vial of dark red liquid, a small silver disk etched with runes, and a stick of chalk that smelled faintly of sage. Tyler stood behind her, arms folded, watching like a hawk. Celia lingered near the tent flap, clearly trying to stay out of my line of sight. Lena poured a single drop of the red liquid into her palm and rubbed it between her hands until it shimmered faintly. “Give me your hands.” I hesitated, then extended them. She gripped them firmly, tracing her thumbs over my skin, up my forearms, and then along my jawline. Her touch was clinical, searching for something I couldn’t feel. “Any burning, t

  • Lunar Lake   92

    92 (Tyler’s POV) By the time the moon reached its peak, I’d already doubled the perimeter teams and rotated fresh warriors in from both my pack and Carson’s. It wasn’t enough. The grave was sealed, but whatever was on the other side had already touched us. And I didn’t like the way it was working quietly, subtly, slipping into the cracks instead of kicking down the door. That’s harder to fight. Harder to see. I stood over the map table in my command tent, marking positions with black stones. The same kind was found buried by the sentry earlier. They’d been cleaned and examined with no active magic now but they were a reminder of how close it had gotten. Camerin came in first, shaking off the cold. “North line secure. Patrol three reported movement outside the ash ring, but nothing crossed.” I nodded but didn’t look up. “And the southern ward?” “Micah’s watching it himself. No one goes out there without his say-so.” He hesitated. “Ty… what if it’s not coming from outside?” I met

  • Lunar Lake   91

    91 (Tyler’s POV) The ritual circle around the grave was almost finished. Wolfsbane and mountain ash had been mixed with iron filings and spread in a wide perimeter. Salt lines were reinforced with sacred glyphs carved into stone markers at the cardinal points. Celia, shoulder to shoulder with Carson’s witch, muttered a final incantation that made the air buzz and the earth shudder. I stood with Kate just outside the circle, watching the final seal set like concrete hardening in place. Her fingers were laced with mine, but her grip wasn’t strong. It was too light, like she was saving her strength. I didn’t comment there was too much riding on this moment. Camerin paced near the southern line, eyes flicking constantly toward the forest. He trusted the magic as much as any warrior would, which meant not at all. Micah stood guard on the northern line, having the same doubts as Camerin. The witch pressed her palms into the ground. Wind picked up from nowhere. The trees moaned. Then t

  • Lunar Lake   90

    90 (Kate’s POV) The tent was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed in too close after what we’d just witnessed. My body ached with tension as I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders, trying to shut out the chill. The ward stones outside still flickered softly, a pulsing reminder of what lay beyond. Tyler wanted me to rest. I needed to. But sleep didn’t come easily. When it finally did, it was broken and shallow, filled with images of hollow wolves and trees that bled ink. I woke up sometime before dawn with a knot in my stomach. Groggy and nauseous, I shoved off the blankets and pushed myself upright, hoping it was just leftover adrenaline. It wasn’t. By the time I reached the latrine tent, I barely made it before throwing up. Twice. Afterward, I rinsed out my mouth with a canteen and stared at myself in the mirror nailed to a tree just outside. My reflection didn’t look like someone sick with a stomach bug. My skin was a little pale, sure. But in my eyes they weren’t tired. The

  • Lunar Lake   89

    89 (Tyler’s POV) We returned to the war room and Lena laid out the old maps across the war room table, her fingers moving with purpose over yellowed corners and weathered ink. Kate stood beside her, eyes distant but alert, as though the maps were whispering something only she could hear. Camerin hovered nearby, arms crossed, skeptical but silent. For once, he didn’t argue. None of us had the energy to. “This isn’t just a grave,” Lena said finally. “It’s a seal. A binding ward forged a century ago, maybe more. Jaxson’s either found it or he’s dangerously close.” “How do we find something that doesn’t want to be found?” I asked, folding my arms. Lena glanced at Kate. “With her.” Kate flinched at the attention. “I… I don’t know where it is. Not exactly.” “You don’t have to,” Lena assured her. “You’ve already seen it. We just need to jog your memory. Put you somewhere close and let your gift lead.” I stepped forward. “You’re not putting her in danger.” Lena gave me a look. “You t

  • Lunar Lake   88

    88 (Tyler’s POV) The war room was thick with tension. Maps were pinned to every surface, notes and sightings scrawled in fast, angry handwriting. Celia stood off to one side, arms crossed. Camerin hovered near the table, lips pressed in a tight line. Alpha Carson leaned forward over the central map, his knuckles white against the polished wood. Lena entered last, her expression grim. I didn’t wait for formalities. “What did you find?” Lena placed both hands on the edge of the table, staring down like it might bite her. “It’s worse than we thought.” No one spoke. We waited. She looked up, gaze sharp. “Jaxson isn’t just using dark magic. He’s opened something old. Something buried. The rituals he’s performing they’re blood magic, yes, but more than that. They’re tied to an entity, or a presence. I don’t know if he’s summoning it, serving it, or becoming a vessel for it… but it’s watching us now.” Alpha Carson swore under his breath. Celia visibly paled. Even Camerin stilled. Lena

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