Maeve.The fire pressed tighter around me, the heat licking against my skin until it felt like every breath burned me from the inside. My arms strained against the chains of flame, my claws digging into nothing, my body trembling but refusing to fall. The shadows circled closer, their eyes glowing, their whispers sliding through my head like knives.“You are breaking,” they said, their voices all around me, overlapping and cold. “You are breaking, and soon there will be nothing left to hold.”I clenched my jaw, my breath sharp, my chest heaving as I tried to push them back. “I will not break. I will not let you win.”A laugh cut through the whispers, cold and deep, and Johan stepped forward from the wall of fire. His eyes burned brighter than the flames, his mouth twisting into something that was not his own. “You say that now. But every bond breaks, little wolf. Every love burns away when the fire is hot enough.”I spat blood onto the stone at my feet, my voice raw. “You know nothing
Carson.The night was cold, the stars sharp above the trees, and every step felt heavier than the last as I pushed through the woods toward the river cliffs. The bond inside me still burned faint and weak, flickering like a dying flame, but it was enough to keep my feet moving, enough to remind me that she still lived, that she was still fighting.Marcus trailed behind me, limping and bloody, his breath ragged from the blows I had left him with, but he kept up, his eyes on the ground as if he knew that if he faltered I would leave him behind.“You do not understand what you are walking into,” he said after a long silence, his voice rough, shaking with something that was not only pain but fear. “The cliffs are cursed. The mirror stone is guarded. Those who seek it do not return.”I did not look back at him. My eyes stayed fixed on the trees ahead, my claws flexing at my sides. “Then I will be the one who does. I do not care what waits there. If it leads to Maeve, I will face it.”Marcu
Maeve.The light faded slowly, and when it cleared I was still pinned against the black stone, fire curling around my arms and legs like chains that pulsed with heat every time I tried to move. My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, while the smoke in the air stung my lungs, and my vision swam with shadows. The whispers had grown louder, dozens of voices pressing at the edges of my mind, their words crawling beneath my skin, urging me to give in, urging me to stop fighting.I forced my claws deeper into the stone beneath me, anchoring myself, my wolf growling low inside me, steady and fierce.Across the hollow Johan stood, his body tall and straight, but the something behind his eyes made my stomach turn. The firelight flickered through his chest as if something inside him burned too brightly, and every word that spilled from his lips carried more than one voice, layered and cold, a chorus that should not exist.“You hold on longer than most,” the voices said, echoing against the st
Carson.The chamber reeked of blood and smoke, the stone floor slick beneath my boots as Roy’s lifeless body lay broken at my feet, but I could not even look at him anymore. My chest burned with something worse than fury, something I could not cage, because the bond had turned into fire inside me, sharp and raw, and I felt Maeve’s pain as if it were my own.I staggered forward, clutching the wall with one hand, my claws biting into the stone, and Marcus stared at me from across the room, his chest heaving, his eyes wide. He had seen me tear Roy apart, he had seen what the bond could do when fury pushed me beyond the edge, and I could smell the fear rolling off him now.But none of it mattered. None of it touched me. All I could feel was her.Maeve’s scream echoed through me. Maeve’s breath broke. Maeve’s voice whispered my name before it faded again.I dropped to my knees, my chest tearing open with the sound that ripped from my throat, half roar and half cry, and my vision blurred re
Maeve.The first thing I felt was heat. Not the warmth of a hearth fire or the blaze of battle but a heavy, choking heat that pressed into my skin and lungs until every breath burned. I forced my eyes open and found myself lying on rough black stone that cracked and glowed with red light, as if fire flowed beneath it. The air shimmered, thick with smoke, and in the distance I could hear whispers, hundreds of them, layered and low, crawling across the silence.I pushed myself up slowly, my body aching from every wound, my fur still matted with blood, and when I looked around, my chest tightened. The den was gone. The walls were gone. The world itself was gone. I stood in a vast hollow of stone and fire, the sky above a swirl of ash and flame, no stars, no moon, only endless red and black.My heart thudded in my chest, panic rushing through me, and I reached for the bond, desperate for Carson, desperate for his voice. It flickered faintly, weak as a candle in a storm, but it was there.
Maeve.The floor shook beneath my paws as the light poured from Johan’s body, the walls trembling with the roar of something I had no name for, and I could not move, I could not breathe, because I had seen death in his eyes when his throat broke beneath my teeth and yet here he stood alive in a way that was not alive at all. His wounds were gone, his chest smooth where blood had once poured, his body tall and straight, and his eyes glowed with that white fire that burned so bright I had to turn my head away.I forced air into my lungs, my chest heaving, and through the bond Carson’s heartbeat thudded against mine, steady and desperate, his voice whispering through me, Maeve, what is happening, what do you see?I wanted to answer him, I wanted to speak, but the words caught in my throat because Johan’s lips curled into that twisted shape again, not a smile and not a snarl, but something worse, something that promised I would never be free.“You tried to kill me,” the voice said, layere