MasukBlake's POV:My right hand held.That was the only thing that mattered for the next three seconds. My right hand held and the platform swung and I found the rhythm of the swing instead of fighting it and waited for the arc to bring the surface back toward me and when it did I drove my left hand into the gap where the handhold had been and locked it.Held.I breathed.Then I climbed.The last four meters were the hardest four meters of the entire competition. The platform shifted with every movement and the broken rope meant the weight was uneven and every reach required recalculating the balance before committing to it. I moved slowly where I wanted to move fast and I trusted the slowness because fast would have put me back on the forest floor twelve meters below in a way that would have ended the competition permanently.My hand found the beacon.I activated it.The light that went up from it was visible from the arena. I knew that because I had seen the test beacon during the briefi
Blake's POV:The arena was different this morning.Not in the physical sense. The stone floor and the high windows and the observation tiers were exactly what they had always been. But the quality of the air inside was different. Denser. More intentional. The kind of atmosphere that built when something had been prepared carefully and was waiting to be revealed.Every seat was full.Not just students. Pack representatives in the upper tiers. Senior faculty along the east wall. Faces I recognized from political contexts rather than academic ones. People who had traveled for this specifically.I found my position and stood and felt the weight of the room settle onto my shoulders the way weight settled when it was legitimate and you had earned the right to carry it.Rolf was already at his position.He looked at me across the floor with those pale grey eyes and the expression that had not changed since the first day he walked into this Academy. Settled. Measuring. Carrying everything his
Blake's POV:The morning arrived the way good mornings arrived when you had not expected to sleep well and had slept well anyway. Slowly. With the particular quality of light that came through a window when the day outside had decided to be gentle about announcing itself.I was awake before Alex.That was not unusual. I had always been an early waker and Alex ran on a different internal clock, one that required more convincing before it committed to consciousness. I lay still and did not move because moving would wake him and he needed the sleep and also because I was not ready to give up the specific configuration of this moment yet.His head was on my shoulder where it had been since somewhere around midnight.His arm was across my ribs.The room was warm and the window was showing the pale early light and the Academy outside was quiet in the way it was quiet before six when the day had not yet made any demands on anyone.I looked at the ceiling.Silver Luna.He had said it last nig
Blake's POV:Alex stood up from the chair and said he was getting food and I did not argue with that because the afternoon had been chips and soft drinks and the evening required something more substantial and also because Alex deciding to do something and doing it was one of my favourite things about him that I had never said out loud.He came back twenty minutes later with two containers from the kitchen building, the good ones, the ones that required knowing which window to knock on after hours and apparently Alex Thorne knew which window to knock on after hours which I filed under things that did not surprise me.He set them on the desk and we ate there, him in the chair and me sitting on the edge of the bed pulled close, and the food was warm and real and considerably better than the treehouse provisions from the previous night."You knew about the kitchen window," I said."Rafe told me in first year," he said. "He knows every operational shortcut in this Academy.""Of course he
Alex's POV:The dorm room was quiet when I closed the door behind me.I stood in the middle of it for a moment without moving. The evening was settling outside the window and the Academy was doing its usual thing of continuing regardless of what any individual inside it was processing and I stood in the quiet and let the day land on me properly for the first time since it had started.Semifinal. Lost.Rolf and Blake in the final.The forest task and Maya moving under Rolf's direction and the look Rolf had given across the clearing and everything that look contained.And then the afternoon in Maya's room. The film and the chips and the energy drink and Blake's shoulder four inches from mine for two hours and neither of us moving away from it.I sat on the edge of my bed.The thing I had been not thinking about directly moved to the front now that the room was quiet enough to let it.Alpha heir.That was what I was. That was what I had been trained toward since before I could properly a
Blake's POV:The movie was Maya's choice and therefore it was something with dramatic music and people making terrible decisions in beautiful locations and Lyra watched it with complete composure while Maya provided running commentary on every terrible decision as it happened.Alex sat beside me on the floor with his back against the bed and his energy drink mostly finished and his shoulder approximately four inches from mine and neither of us moved to change that configuration at any point during the film.This was the thing about what we had not said in the room yet.There was a conversation that needed to happen. A specific one. About Rolf and the semifinal task and the way Maya had moved under his direction and the look Rolf had given me across the forest clearing when his team found the third flag and he had glanced at Maya beside him with that cold particular awareness that said he knew something about her that he had decided was useful.I knew what he knew.Or I knew enough of
Maya’s POV:The lake is quiet.Not silent. Just calm in a way that feels rare.The water reflects the moon in soft ripples, not full, not bright, but enough to paint silver lines across the surface. Trees lean around the shore like they are guarding the place. Crickets hum low. The air smells like
Blake's POV:I do not fall asleep.I fall inward.Darkness folds around me like deep water, heavy and cold at first, then burning hot. My body is gone. The ground is gone. Even sound feels far away, like it belongs to someone else.Then the pain hits.It starts in my chest.Not sharp. Not sudden. S
Blake's POV:For one long second, no one moves.The clearing is frozen in the aftermath of violence. Blood darkens the ground. Broken branches hang low like they bowed under the weight of the fight. My chest rises and falls too fast, each breath scraping my lungs.Then she steps forward.Lyra.She
Blake’s POV:The cave erupts into chaos.Rogues rush in like a broken wave, fast and loud and hungry. Their eyes glow wrong. Their movements are rough, uneven. They crash into each other as much as they crash toward us. They do not care who they hit first. All they want is blood.“Protect Aaran,” I







