Elara's POV~His eyes popped out, and tears rolled down his own face. He started reaching for me but stopped, hesitating.I stepped into his arms. I felt an instant release in my chest the second his arms enveloped me. I cried into his chest, and he clamped me in a tight embrace, shivering himself.“I love you,” he murmured into my hair.“I love you too,” I whispered.And then he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was tender, but he poured everything into it, coloring it with pain and forgiveness, love and promise of tomorrow.When we broke away, he rested his forehead on mine. “No more shadows,” he whispered.“No more shadows,” I echoed.We were standing under the tree, holding one another, with the silence of the night encircling us. For what seemed the first time in my life, I allowed myself to breathe.The next days were a whirl of transformation. I finally felt like I could breathe without something heavy pushing down on my chest for the first time in months. Yet, there were wound
Elara's POV~The weeks dragged on, but the Academy woke up. The halls were noisy, students moving to and fro between classes, healers gliding across the courtyards, teachers’ voices in their classrooms. The silence made heavy by everything that had happened since the baby died started to be lifted, even if only a little.But it didn’t matter how much I lived; the shadow of what had happened never left me. People still whispered. They whispered about Lyra. About me. Of the choice that the elders had made. Some pitied me. Some judged me. I figured out later how to walk past them with my head held up, but every word reached me inside, and they cut deeper than I wanted to admit.The morning of my graduation, I stared at myself in the mirror, Academy robes draped across me. The fabric was heavy across my shoulders, and the color deep, rich. I ran my hands over the front and looked at it. My face appeared pale, but I could see the truth in my eyes. I was tired. I was older on the inside th
Elara's POV~The day began like any other. I had slipped into the garden to rest under the tree in the hope of pausing currents within me. I’d been awake through most of the night, hearing my mother’s warning spin in my mind, and its weight kept me agitated.There was a sound of footsteps as someone approached. I turned and saw Damien. His eyes appeared dark, his shoulders were set, and his jaw was hard.“Elara,” he’d said, his voice low and urgent. “I need to speak with you. Alone.”Something in me froze. I nodded and stood on my feet, dusting my hands. Trust me, my heart was beating faster as he led us to a quiet spot in the garden.“What is it?” I said, attempting to keep my tone even when I already knew none of it was small.Then he looked at me, and our eyes locked. “I can’t hide this from you for a moment longer. I’ve tried, but I can’t.”My stomach twisted. “What do you mean? Damien, you’re scaring me.”He balled his fists, took a deep breath and said the words I had been avoi
Damien's POV~That night, I dreamt again.I was standing on the road where the vultures used to hang out. Their black remains still covered the ground, wings wide and dead, just as before. But then, one by one, they stood up. With one motion, they turned their heads, and their lifeless black heads turned to me. My chest grew tight. I wanted to get up, but my legs were weighted down with fear.My own wolf rumbled around uneasily, and I heard him. The vultures did not come nearer. They only watched, waiting.And then I saw her emerge from the shadows. Jasmine. She emerged slowly, her face pale, cradling the baby against her chest. In this dream, the baby was alive, its small hands curled, its eyes shone. But Jasmine couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and she looked sad and mad.I took a step forward. “Jasmine…” My voice cracked.She shook her head slowly. “You know the truth, Damien. Say it… before it takes her life.”Her words sliced me, and I felt the ground shaking underneath my feet. I
Damien's POV~I couldn’t stay calm any longer. My wolf growled each time Lyra found herself close to Elara. It was not an ordinary warning growl; it was unsettled, furious, and almost panicked.She’s guilty, my wolf whispered over and over. She’s the one. Keep her from harming Elara.But I couldn’t. I was trapped. Her threat was my constant companion in my thoughts, the same words that she had hurled at me with that cold smile, ‘Speak and she dies.’The more I didn’t want to think about it, the worse it got. It hurt my chest every time Elara looked at me with trust in those blue eyes of hers. My stomach writhed every time she leaned on me for protection. I felt like a coward. A wolf fit not to even stand in her shadow.I tried to work out that day, thinking perhaps it would help clear my head. I arrived at the practice field with the sun still rising. It was an empty field and silent for me and the row of wooden dummies.I moved to another combat stance and hit. My fists collided wit
Elara’s POV~My dreams were weird, never normal; it was as if I were awake in them.I looked up at Jasmine, who was now staring down at me. Her face was pale. Her baby was in her arms. The child was alive, smiling, with little hands reaching out.I froze, my chest tight. “Jasmine?” My voice shook.She nodded slowly, her eyes fixed with mine. She whimpered, “Protect her… protect yourself. Your sister is no longer your sister.”My heart was throbbing so hard I could hear it in my ears. Frustrated, I came forward to inquire about it. “What do you mean? Jasmine, what are you saying? My sister…”She shook her head, with tears in the corner of her eyes. “You need to stop denying it, Elara. Before it’s too late.”The baby in her arms let out a chuckle. The dream began to spin out of focus, and Jasmine’s body began dissolving into blackness.I gasped and woke up. It was dark in my room, and the air was cold. My nightgown stuck to me, drenched with sweat. I felt my heart beating against my che