Sleep took me slowly, like sinking beneath velvetwater.At first, there was nothing—just a weightless drift through shadow.But then… the hum returned.That haunting melody.That voice.My dream sharpened like glass coming into focus. I stood in a clearing ringed by crumbling stone pillars, each one etched with symbols that pulsed faintly under the moonlight. The air was thick with memory. With magic.A figure stepped from the dark.Not cloaked this time—but masked. Silver and bone, delicate like porcelain, inlaid with etchings that curled like vines across the surface. They walked without sound, robes brushing against the broken earth.“Maya,” they said.The voice was no longer distorted. It was clear. Calm. Feminine. Familiar.“You’ve seen the edge of the truth,” she said, extending a hand. “But it is time you understand the cost.”I hesitated—but stepped forward.She waved her arm through the air, and the scene shifted—like the world had been a page, and she was turning it.Suddenl
LUCIEN“Maya.”Her name slipped out before I could second-guess it.She stopped walking and turned slowly, surprise flickering across her face. She hadn’t expected me to remember her name.I did.More than that—I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the last council briefing, since I saw how lost she looked in the halls. Since the visions started getting worse.“Hey,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I mean, you don’t live here, right?”I shook my head. “No. Just had a short council meeting. Some updates about the students from my pack.” My eyes lingered on her for a beat longer than I intended. “Kaia’s doing well.”“She is,” Maya said with a small nod. “She’s great.”“She mentioned Talen stopped by,” she added.I nodded. “Yeah. He's been restless lately. Protective.”Her eyes lifted. “Of Kaia?”“And of you,” I said before I could stop myself.She blinked, probably unsure if she’d heard me correctly. I didn’t clarify. I couldn’t.Si
MAYA.Dinner was loud in the best way. The dining hall buzzed with chatter, the clinking of cutlery, and the low hum of magical wards pulsing softly in the ceiling beams. Students of every kind—shifters, fae, vampires, witches—filled the long tables, trading stories about their lessons, complaints about professors, and gossip I could barely keep up with.Kaia and I found seats near the back, where a cluster of Silverclaw students had gathered. She nudged me to sit beside her, sliding a bowl of roasted root vegetables and fire-braised chicken my way.“You look like someone who just saw the stars for the first time,” she teased, smirking over her goblet of berry nectar.“I feel like it too,” I whispered back, still dazed from the forest, the lake, her wolf form. “Thanks, by the way. I really needed that.”Kaia gave me a lopsided grin. “Sometimes peace is just a muddy paw print and a cold splash away. Also, before I forget, my wolf’s name is Tala.”“What?” I asked, stabbing at my chicken
MAYA.I pushed it back into place with shaking fingers and backed away like it might explode. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out the creaks of the floorboards and the rustling of other students. The words were still echoing in my head like they’d carved themselves onto my bones.Blood calls blood. Power answers prophecy.I couldn’t breathe in there.I left the library in a daze, barely registering the soft greetings from the librarian or the curious glances of students. The halls blurred around me as I followed instinct more than direction.I needed Kaia.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The sit-out area near the werewolf quarters was quiet this time of day—just a stone circle nestled beneath a massive tree whose roots buckled the ground like sleeping creatures. And there she was; Kaia. Cross-legged on the stone ledge, humming something under her breath while stacking sticks and stones like she w
The morning sun spilled into the classroom in golden stripes through high arched windows, catching in the motes of dust that floated lazily in the air. The room smelled like old parchment and a hint of mint from someone’s enchanted tea flask. The wooden desks were worn smooth by generations of nervous fingers and spilled ink. It should have felt peaceful. Safe. But it didn’t.I sat near the back with the rest of the human students. There were six of us—scattered like mismatched puzzle pieces among the rest of the Moonridge Academy's student body.The class was called “Foundations of Mythic Integration”—a fancy title for How Not To Get Killed by a mystic creature. The professor, a thin, bird-like woman with half-moon spectacles and a surprisingly loud voice, paced at the front, tapping on a rune-etched chalkboard with a silver wand.“Can anyone tell me the original purpose of lunar sigils in interspecies diplomacy?” she asked.A boy with frizzy hair and ink-stained cuffs raised his han
MAYAI couldn’t move.Not because I was afraid — but because everything in the dream felt too real.The trees rose around me like prison bars, and the sky overhead was heavy with clouds that pulsed with light, like a heartbeat under skin. A wind whispered through the branches, carrying a melody — a humming tune I hadn’t heard, but sounded somewhat familiar.I turned toward the sound.She stood by the water.Hair like midnight. A white shawl tangled around her shoulders like moonlight woven into fabric. Barefoot, toes brushing the edge of a black lake. And around her neck — the same pendant that now rested against my own chest.She didn’t look at me, but kept humming. That soft, familiar lullaby.I took a step toward her. “Who are you?” I asked. As confused as ever.She stopped humming.“It’s almost time,” she said without turning. Her voice was soft, but the words throbbed in the air like thunder muffled under water.“Time for what?”She tilted her head slightly. “You’ve felt it, have