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Rhea

Auteur: H.A Shah
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-12-04 08:15:57

I don’t know how long I sit there surrounded by four men who look like they’d tear open the realms if it meant keeping me breathing.

Minutes. Hours. I don’t know. Time feels warped—like the air is choosing its own shape to fit around whatever is happening inside me.

Everything is too close.

Too loud.

My heartbeat thuds like it’s trying to catch a rhythm that keeps outrunning it. My wolf is pacing, scratching, snarling against the inside of my ribs. The wards hum around us in a low, metallic vibration, crawling under my skin.

The runes on my walls won’t stop pulsing.

Silver.

Then faint gold.

Then silver again.

Like they can’t decide which way to bend.

Callum’s hand stays wrapped around mine—steady, grounding, command bleeding through his touch. His thumb draws these slow circles over my skin, and even though my wolf doesn’t settle, she pauses. Listens. Breathes.

It’s enough to keep me in my body.

“Rhea.” His voice slices through the haze—low, calm, commanding enough to anchor my entire
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  • Moonbound At Sliver Ridge   Seth

    Josiah’s jaw flexes so hard I can hear his teeth creak.From where I’m leaned against the bedpost, one hand resting near Snowflake’s shoulder under the blankets, I can feel the tension in the room like a live wire. The air’s thick with it. Wolf dominance. Lycan dominance. Royal temper barely leashed.And under all of that, like a steady drum in my chest—her.The bond.It’s not a tug anymore. Not an almost. It’s locked in. Threads-through-your-bones, no-going-back real. I can feel each of my brothers as three separate pulse points, each a different beat—Storm’s controlled weight, Blaze’s wildfire, Prince’s ache—and all of it is rooted in the unconscious girl between us.Ours.I drag in a breath and let my shoulder thump softly back against the wall, because if I don’t have something solid at my back, I might actually do something stupid. Like lunge across the room at the Kings.“Okay,” I say, because someone has to break the silence and, shocker, it’s me again. “You tried the prophecy

  • Moonbound At Sliver Ridge   Rory

    The doors blow open on a rush of light and magic.For a second, nobody moves.The corridor is full of scorched air, crackling runes, and the echo of a scream that didn’t sound like it belonged to any living thing I’ve ever heard. Wolves are still on their knees. Some haven’t managed to get up yet. The walls hum with leftover power, like the Chamber itself is trying to remember which way is up.And then Jaxon steps through.He’s barefoot, shirtless, half-wrecked—blood streaked down his arm in crescent shapes where claws clearly tore through him—but all I see is the bundle in his arms.Blanket.Tangle of silver hair.My chest stutters.I’m moving before I realize I’ve shoved anyone. It doesn’t matter who’s in my way—warriors, healers, royals—my hands are on Jax in the next breath.“How bad?” I rasp.He looks like someone peeled him out of a battlefield. Eyes too bright, jaw clenched so hard a vein ticks in his cheek. His voice is sandpaper.“She’s alive.”Alive.My knees nearly give out

  • Moonbound At Sliver Ridge   Rhea

    White.Not light. Not magic. Not moonfire.Just white, swallowing everything, swallowing me.A ringing fills my head—sharp, metallic and endless. Like the world cracked open and the sound poured through the fractures. I don’t know where my body is. I don’t know if I have one. I don’t know if I’m breathing or just remembering how breathing felt.Somewhere far away, someone screams.It takes me too long to realize it’s me.My throat burns. My lungs seize. Something—something—is crushing my ribs from the inside out. A force that’s too big for my body and too angry.I hear Jaxon shouting my name—no, not my name.“Sunshine—look at me—stay with me—”His voice sounds like it’s underwater.I try to reach for him but my fingers don’t move. I try to breathe my lungs don’t respond. I try to scream something else screams for me.Because something is tearing.Not outside.Not around me.Inside.My vision flickers—white to black to gold to silver to nothing.Pressure slams down on me like a mountai

  • Moonbound At Sliver Ridge   Jaxon

    The Chamber seals behind me with a sound I feel in my teeth.Not a slam. Not a click.A lock.Rhea jerks in my arms the moment the runes settle—her body too hot, too rigid, too wrong. Her heat burns through my shirt like she’s made of molten metal instead of flesh. I lower us to the moonstone floor, bracing her back against my chest, trying to anchor her with my weight.Her breath fractures on every exhale.“Sunshine,” I whisper against her temple, “stay with me. Don’t drift.”She doesn’t answer.She can’t.Her pulse thrashes beneath my hand like something wild trying to claw its way out of her skin. Sweat slicks her neck. Her nails dig into my forearm—not consciously, not with any awareness—just raw instinct and pain.The Chamber reacts immediately.The walls ripple—silver sigils lighting, then shifting to a deeper gold, then twisting into a colour that should not exist. The air tightens like the realm itself is holding a breath it doesn’t know how to release.I swallow hard.Callum

  • Moonbound At Sliver Ridge   Seth

    The Shift Chamber doors are inches from Callum’s hand when the world decides to fall apart.It starts with the wards.They flicker—silver, then gold, then a colour that shouldn’t exist in the wolf spectrum at all. A pulse rolls through the corridor like the Packhouse is inhaling sharply.My wolf’s ears go flat.That’s never a good sign.Rhea is half-limp in Callum’s arms, forehead pressed to his shoulder, breaths shallow and fast. Her skin is too hot—again. Her aura too loud. Her pulse too wild. Everything in her is screaming toward some breaking point and we’re just trying to get her behind the godsdamn doors before she—“CALLUM!”The shout cracks through the hall like a weapon.All four of us turn as their footsteps thunder down the staircase.Rhea’s parents.Her adopted parents.Rowan Morgan and Elaina Morgan, the people who raised the girl currently burning up in my brother’s arms.Behind them, another pair follows—taller, sharper, power threaded through their posture with rigid p

  • Moonbound At Sliver Ridge   Jaxon

    Callum’s arms are shaking.No one else sees it—no one ever sees it—but I do. Callum can hold a battlefield steady with blood on his boots and a kingdom on his back, but right now?Right now he’s holding her, and every muscle in his body is fighting not to fall apart.Rhea is burning up.Not fever-burn. Not shift-fever.This is power burn—raw, rising, wrong. Like her skin is too mortal to hold what’s trying to tear its way out.She’s curled against Callum’s chest, breath broken, trembling every few seconds. Every time her fingers twitch, the four of us lock up like we’ve been stabbed.I hate this.I hate not knowing what’s happening.I hate that I can’t stop it.I hate how scared I am—actually, genuinely terrified—for the first time in my life.We move through Ridge Storm’s corridor in formation:Callum carrying her.Seth taking point.Rory whispering steady words at her side.And me pressed close at her back, ready to grab her if even Callum falters.The wards hum as we pass—louder th

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