Jasmine’s POV~We rode closer to Mirrorvale, and the trees grew less and less. Thinner and quieter. As if even the wind had learned to hush around this place. It had once been a home. A shelter. A sanctuary for wolves whose bloodlines were “too diluted” or “too dangerous” to place normally. A lie. That’s what it was. It had been lying at a test site. Early mutterings of what would eventually become the Crownless Protocol. I knew because I had read the files. But none of what was in the files prepared me for what we found.The gates were rusty but unlocked. Vines crept over most of the outer stone. Caspian was a step behind me. Elara and Lyra hung back on the flanks. Damien was farther back. Watching. Always watching. The courtyard was still. But not empty. They came out when we came in. They’d arranged themselves in a loose circle around the fire pit, and they were watching us with wide, half-hollow eyes. Not one among them was over twelve.Some younger. And all of them were marked. T
Lyra’s POV~The wind roared through the mountain pass, taking the snow along as it blew. This was not natural snow that covered a landscape. It bit and stung. But I did not hold back, not me; I was carving the final notch in stone frozen to hardness. Nox was at my side, softly muttering the word to the binding rites in a language I knew only faintly. It wasn’t Academy magic. It was older. He only looked at me once, in the middle of his chant. “These ruins refuse to sleep.”I didn’t respond. I already knew that. It was Elara’s choice to assign me to close the ruin after that stasis find. She had barely heard from Damien since. There was the way they eyed each other, which was the presence between heartache and worse. Jasmine had not arrived yet. Which left me and Nox. We were the ones to whom nobody else wanted to feel.There was a musty smell of power in the air. And then, as I passed the line we had marked, a warm tingle swept over my runes. I dropped to my knees and placed my hand u
Damien’s POV~The glass was clouded from the interior. That was the first sign. Elara froze. Lyra drew her weapon. Nox spat something sharp and ancient under his breath. But I… I couldn’t move. There was no stranger in the pod. It was a ghost. A woman. Mid twenties. With pale scars down her jaw. White streak through her black hair. Her eyes opened slowly, after years in the dark, sluggish from sleep. And when hers met mine, she smiled. Not in recognition. In memory. Her lips cracked apart.“Executioner.” I staggered back two steps. A title that sent a shiver the long way down my spine. It was not a name I’d heard in this life. But in my first … I had it coming.Elara’s whisper was barely audible next to me. “Damien?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. For the woman floating above us wasn’t simply another Phase Zero subject gone wrong. She was one of my unit. We called her Calyx. She had been scheduled for death during the purge. I’d seen her die—shot her myself upon orders from Sabrina.
Elara’s POV~The envelope still reeked of old blood and dust. I flipped it over once more, my thumb sliding over the wax seal that had been opened. The last word wasn't one meant to be found easily, and a second piece of parchment had been tucked behind Sabrina's final instructions. And it hadn’t been sent to me by name. To Elara: The Rememberer of Death.That was me. The handwriting was shaky, rushed. But the message was precise. “The Warden still breathes. Want the truth about Damien? Follow the map. Ask him what was stolen the night he was reborn. What he gave up. And what Sabrina stole. But beware, Elara. The workers of the deep do not slumber beneath the Warden’s boots. They listen.”For two days, I did not tell anyone about the message. Not that I didn’t trust them — but because I was afraid I might already know what it meant. The Warden. No one had said that name aloud when Sabrina had been alive. She talked of him cautiously and in half sentences. He was her shadow — the maste
Jasmine’s POV~The scream was not my own. But it sounded in my head like it was coming out of my lungs. I bolted upright in my bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. My throat was raw. Cold sweat ran down the back of my neck, and the sheets were constricting me as though they were restraints. For a few seconds, I had not recognized the room at all — until the walls and the ceiling ceased to swim, and I remembered.The Academy somewhat extended a title to be claimed by the establishment temporarily in the Academy's wing. Safe, they’d said. Then why did I feel as though something inside me had awakened screaming?The dream lingered with me - no, it was not a dream. A memory. Not mine. Vira’s.I’d seen her, curled on the cold floor of the lab, her arms laced with rune burns and binding. Her lips moved, but no sound emerged until her protocol was activated. And then she found her voice again, a primal roar and something shattered beneath the ground.I hadn’t just dreamed it.I had felt i
Jasmine’s POV~I didn’t know what living was until I saw someone made to replace me.She did not hesitate when the override protocol activated. She didn’t scream. Didn’t struggle. She accepted it. As if the command had been waiting there all along, under her skin.And now … she regarded me as if I were a lie.“You’re not my enemy,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my hands shook at my side.Vira cocked her head, the gold light in her veins throbbing like a second pulse.“You’re obsolete,” she said softly.The words weren’t hers. They were pumped into her scripts, sewn into her brain.But they still cut.Behind me, Caspian moved. I blindly put a hand out to prevent him. “Don’t.”“She’ll kill you,” he hissed.“She doesn’t want to. Not yet.” I stared into Vira’s eyes. “She doesn’t even know what she’s doing.”She heard Lyra mutter from the edge of the damaged chamber, “If we don’t snap the trigger, she’s going to kill herself — and take us down with her.”Vira blinked but d