LOGINLUCIEN’S P.O.V.Every hair on my arms stood on end as my wolf growled with anger. “Let me see you.” The voice said again, and my eyes narrowed as the shadows recoiled, pulled back from me. My anger rose as the shadows betrayed me, revealing my face to the man in the forest. That was three times in the past few days that they did not listen…that someone else commanded them. The black fog drew tight as it moved around me, crawling up my legs and back, clinging to my shoulders like they were trying to hide behind me.My wolf’s hackles lifted. “Show yourself.”Wind stirred the ash and smoke, blowing it between us as the smell of burning corpses grew thicker. None of them would work for what I needed anyway. Their souls were already gone. I needed to find the wolves still dying. A shape stepped out from the tree line, barely visible behind the smoke until the wind shifted again, clearing the space between us.At first, he looked like just another man, tall and lean, dressed in a dark,
LUCIEN’S P.O.V.The darkness snapped shut behind me as I as was drug into it, my body shaking with anger as I felt the claws of the creatures in it grazing my back as I moved quickly past them.They weren’t listening. They were starving.“Elara!” I roared, lifting my hands to command the doorway to reopen to bring me back to her, but nothing happened. The shadows were just watching… waiting. “Take me back!”I knew she couldn’t hear me. The bond pulsed faintly in my chest, a thin thread, stretching between us. But it was too far. Too quiet.The creatures in the darkness answered instead.‘Hungry’The word slithered through my mind, and I felt the curse pull at my wolf, demanding payment. “I said take me back,” I snapped, trying to force my power through the darkness, trying to push the shadows open, but they resisted, snapping and clawing at me when I came near. I knew they would only let me back once they were fed. If I wanted to return to Elara, I needed to face them first. “Enou
ELARA’S P.O.V.A cold chill slid down my spine like the metal tip of a blade as the messenger lifted a hand dismissively, and the creature behind him lowered its head as if obeying a master.He controlled shadows…. He was a reaper. My lips parted in shock as terror consumed me. I had never crossed a real reaper until Lucien, and now I had met two. If they were real and there was a force of them, then I had to wonder what else was out there.My eyes shot back to Sarah, where she was still flickering faintly. Her skin still looked too pale, and her breathing looked rapid, but even she was glaring at me with a mixture of anger and pain.Glancing down at her arms, I noticed the dark bruising on her pale skin and raw flesh beneath the shackles around her wrists. She wasn’t just being held. She was being tortured. Again.“Sarah?” My voice cracked. “What are they doing to you?”Her mouth opened as her eyes narrowed, but the messenger answered instead.“That’s nothing you need to concern y
ELARAMy heart pounded. “Lucien just left! How could the king know already?”Thorne’s eyes flickered just for a second like he knew more than he wanted to let on, but I was over all the secrets. “There are… connections. If one Reaper goes missing, the palace knows. Especially this Reaper. Lucien is different.”I gripped the edge of the counter.I knew he was different. They had made comments about him belonging to the king, like a pet. “And what does any of that have to do with me? Why would the king want to send me a message?”Thorne’s gaze rested on mine, examining, weighing, like he was deciding how much I could handle.When he spoke, my shoulders finally dropped. Answers. It seemed he was the only one willing to give me answers to anything.“You, Elara Stormheart, are the reason the shadows are acting out. And the king does not like it when someone has an unstable gift.”“But my gift is not unstable,” I argued, looking over at Hera to see her gnawing on her bottom lip. “Yours mi
ELARA’S P.O.V.“That sounds like giving up,” I muttered jokingly, and saw the corner of her mouth raise as I moved past her to grab a glass from the cupboard. Hera didn’t respond right away. When I glanced back at her, she was watching me with a knowing look that made me feel like she could see everything I was thinking and feeling. I thought back, trying to make sure I hadn’t touched her when I passed in case she was using a gift, but I couldn’t remember even grazing her.“It’s not giving up,” she said finally. “It’s choosing which battles to fight, so the rest of us won’t get killed.”I filled the glass with water and gulped half of it down, ignoring the way my stomach clenched in protest. Food sounded like a terrible idea. I already felt nauseous from the constant tug of the bond and the lingering scent of Lucien on my skin.Two days without eating might have been overkill. I should have just come down, eaten with the pack, and faced Abigail.“How long has he been fighting it?” I
ELARA’S P.O.V.I didn’t sleep. Not that night or the next. I was distinctly aware of the creature beneath the floorboards, slithering around like the caged animal it was. The first night, I hadn’t even known it was there, despite being awake all night.But now, every noise made me jump, and I was wondering when it would break free, with Lucien too far away to restrain it. The sun had already risen, and the pack was moving about by the time I managed to get the energy to stand. Lucien wasn’t coming home any time soon, not if the soul-crushing hunger and exhaustion I could feel in our bond was anything to go by. It was draining me, and I wasn’t even the target of its wrath. One heartbeat, he had been here, and the next, he was gone. I felt more alone than ever here, trapped with a pack where people thought I was behind the attack. It made me uneasy. If someone were to attack me, I could defend myself just fine. But if multiple people got together to hurt me, without Lucien, no one







