LOGINPRESIDENT RYDERThe door closed behind him. The sound was soft. Too soft for the way my heart was hammering. Lucian, the boy I raised from a pup, the one I called son when no one was listening, had just looked me in the eye and called me his enemy. I sat down. My legs wouldn’t hold me anymore. The chair caught me. My hands were shaking. I hid them under the desk before anyone could see. He doesn’t see. That was the thought that kept circling. Round and round like a wolf chasing its tail. He doesn’t see what I see. He doesn’t see the blood that’s going to be on all our hands if we let that girl live. The elders. Just thinking the word made my throat close. I’d stood before them twice in my life. Once when I was named President. Once when the omega attacked the academy. Both times, I walked out feeling like I’d been flayed. The elder in red robes. He didn’t speak much. He didn’t have to. He sat at the head of the circle, his face half-hidden by the cowl, and when he looked at y
LUCIANThe fury was a living thing. It climbed up my throat and sat behind my teeth, hot and metallic, and if I opened my mouth I was going to tear Ryder’s throat out. Not because he was wrong about the threat. Not because he didn’t have a reason. But because he said it. Out loud. In the yard. Like she was a problem to be solved and not the air in my lungs. We have to kill her then. The words kept echoing in my mind. I didn’t answer. I didn’t look at Jace, at Elias, at Caelan. I could feel their shock. Their anger. Their betrayal. We’d agreed. On the boat. On the sand. Her name doesn’t leave our mouths. Not until we have her. Not until she’s safe. I’d broken it. Because I was done hiding. Done pretending. I walked past Ryder. He said my name. “Lucian.” I didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. My leg wanted to give out. I made it work. Each step was a spike through my knee, through my ribs, but I kept my back straight. Kept my head up. The guards parted. The students in the windows went silen
LUCIANThe light hit my face like a blade. It was morning. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I remembered Caelan’s arms around me, the fire dying down, Jace’s voice saying something about taking first watch. I remembered the stone under my back and the way the bond still felt like a missing tooth—empty, aching, wrong. Then nothing. Then this. Sunlight. Thin and cold, cutting through the trees and straight into my eyes. We were moving. The carriage rocked under me. The wheels were on road now, not dirt. Real road. Smooth. That meant we were close. The shame was still there. The pain was still there. But they’d dulled overnight, wrapped in exhaustion and something that felt almost like clarity. Almost. I pushed myself up. My ribs screamed. My leg was a solid block of pain. I bit it down. The carriage door was open. Outside, the world was green and gold and moving. We were on the main road to the academy. I knew the trees. I knew the turn up ahead. I stepped out. The wind hit
LUCIANThe fire wasn’t warm. It burned, but the heat didn’t reach me. Nothing did. Not since the island went under. Not since the bond went dark. I sat with my back against the tree, my leg stretched out, my ribs wrapped tight with whatever Jace had torn from his shirt, and all I could feel was the hole. The shame was a stone, but now it had edges. It cut every time I moved. Every time I breathed. She was gone. My mate. My Isla. I’d had her in my arms. I’d told her it was over. And then the light took her. “What if we’re late?” The words came out before I knew I was going to say them. My voice was rough. Broken. I hadn’t meant to speak. But once it started, I couldn’t stop. “What if we get there late and Darius had already killed her?” I said. I pushed up straighter. Pain lanced through my ribs. I didn’t care. “What if he doesn’t wait for the red blood moon? What if he decides six days is too long? What if he looks at her and decides he’s done waiting?” Jace stopped pacing. He’
LUCIANThe shame was like a stone in my heart. Not a sharp one. A smooth, heavy one that sat right behind my ribs and made it hard to breathe. Every time the carriage hit a rut, the stone shifted, and the pain flared white-hot behind my eyes. But the shame was worse than the pain. The pain was mine. I’d earned it. The shame belonged to her. To Isla. Because I’d promised. I’d looked her in the eye, my mark on her skin, and told her I’d never let anyone take her again. And then I watched the ocean take her. I was scared not scared of the fight one bit. I was only scared of this, of the quiet after, of the way the bond felt like a severed limb. I was scared of the fact that I couldn’t feel her. Not her fear, not her anger, not even her heartbeat. Just… nothing. A blank space where the most important part of me used to be. The carriage reeked of blood and sweat and wet leather. Jace had found it half a mile from the shore, tucked behind a stand of black trees that the tide hadn’t cl
ISLAMy feet moved. That was the worst part. They moved and I didn’t tell them to. The cave floor was wet stone, slick with something that had never seen sunlight, and my toes curled against it for balance without asking me. My arms hung at my sides. Loose. Wrong. Like they belonged to someone else and I was just borrowing them. Darius walked ahead of me. His back was to me. His right arm was bent wrong, the bone pressing against skin, but he didn’t cradle it. He didn’t limp. He wouldn’t give me that. Each step had to be agony. He didn’t show it. The cave breathed. It wasn’t wind. Wind was outside. This was deeper. It came from the walls, from the black water that ran in thin streams along the floor and vanished into cracks. It smelled like iron and old salt and something else. Something that had been waiting. “Keep up,” Darius said. He didn’t turn around. My legs obeyed. I was scared not scared of the dark one bit. I was only scared of me, and how quiet I was inside my own hea
JACEI stood outside Lucian's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, my eyes scanning the room. That's when I saw them - Lucian and Isla, standing close, their lips almost touching. They were about to kiss.My heart sank, and a pang of jealousy shot
I tried to deflect the intensity of the moment, hoping to steer the conversation back to safer waters. "Is it just me, or does it feel hot in here?" I asked, attempting to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out husky and uneven.Lucian's eyebrow arched, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips."Yo
I walked out of Lucian's room, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. The almost-kiss still lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Jace hadn't interrupted us. As I made my way back to my dorm, I quickened my pace, eager to get out of the hallway and p
As we walked in silence, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the situation with Ruby. I was still reeling from the news that she had been poisoned with wolfsbane. Who could have done such a thing? And why?My thoughts drifted to







