LOGINEve’s POV There is a difference between being feared and basically being decided upon, the thing with fear is tha it hesitates, gives you a second to breath, some room for mercy even, but you see, decision is quiet and final, I guess I learnt that the hard way but it was the only way I ever learned rightWhen I think of it, I know I wasn’t meant to hear the conversation, I was certain because the door was warded both types, definitely to keep out eavesdroppers like myself I assume, but then why was so much effort being put into a conversation that solely revolves around me, I had no proof to show the elders against Morwenna so I had to take it whatever they served me The council chamber lights were still on, I thought it was weird, meetings usually ended at dusk…well unless there was war or death to discuss, i didnt realize I had slowed, the sound of my footsteps had reduced to almost nothing, the closer I got the heavier it felt for me, it was like walking into a room full of secr
Eve’s POV Power has a sound when it shifts, it isn’t loud, nor does it sound like anything we are made to believe about this sound in stories, sincerely, the sound of power is quiet, but it chokes, holds out every sir in your lungs, holds your feet together that movement is replaced with a trembling force, I could tell it was how the council chamber felt before Dorian spoke, I had not been invited and that alone should have been my cue to sit my ass somewhere very far but I am Eve right?I stood outside the caved wooden doors, my back against the cool stone wall, pretending to examine the runes along the corridor, Malik had been called away seconds before now, it was something about patrol coordination, his jaw was already tight when he left and I assured him I would wait, its not like i had expected to overhear anything But the walls of Blackthorn had never known how exactly to keep secrets“We are trying so hard to ignore it when clearly we know, patterns do not lie.” One of the
Eve’s POV Astrid’s scream sliced through the trees when she finally woke upI thought she was unconscious, she had barely moved after my wolf forced her down. But now she lurched upright with a ferocity that would make one think of insanity.Her eyes were wild and desperate, shining with strange recognition, they remained fixed on the faint markings glowing across my skin.“No,” she choked out. “No, no, no, impossible!”Malik stepped in front of me instantly, a protective wall of muscle and rage. “Stay back,” he growled, voice low and sharp. “You don’t come near her again.”But Astrid barely looked at him. Her entire being stayed stunned as she pointed at me, shaking so violently she had to grip a tree to keep herself steady.“That mark,” she whispered. “That… that mark” Her voice fractured. She gagged on air, as though the words fought her. “it belongs to her.”My stomach dropped, who was she referring to? Malik’s wolf surged beneath his skin. “Enough with the drama, Astrid.” “It’
Eve’s POV The one thing the human world never took from me was journaling, though Blackthorn took my sense of safety and the human world? Well it took my certainty, but there I slowly learnt how to breathe again, it didn’t matter if I was drowning, I had to breathe. When everything else known to me slipped through my fingers, my beliefs, my relationships and the routines that had carried me through my entire life, I still knew how to pick up a pen and tell the truth, even if I couldn’t say it out loud. Writing was the only place I was allowed to be unfiltered, I wasn’t trying to be careful with my words such that it protects or calms people or gives them the hope I was yet to find, it was just me and my page. I sat on the edge of my bed, journal resting against my knees and my pen, dancing in my hands, the room smelled of wood and pine, a scent that should have comforted me at least but tonight it only reminded me that I was a survivor but it wasn’t in the comfort of my home I lear
EVE’S POV I pressed my palms against my rib and exhaled through it…“ Don't unravel yet "I begged myself. Malik returned a few minutes later after rushing off to attend to something I thought was his temper after the encounter with the wolves, he didn't say anything when he returned and I did not ask, he just sat beside me. “They are just scared,Malik.” I said softly, I wasn't just convincing him, this was me speaking to myself as well. “Wouldn’t you be too?”He scoffed. “They should be and maybe focus more on staying alive than alive than the speculation thing they keep doing.” “That’s not what I…meant.” He glanced at me then, his eyes softening on me, concern and guilt etched boldly on his face. “Oh no, Eve, don’t put this on yourself.” A small laugh escaped my lips. “ I’m in this already okay,” I replied. “Whether I want it or not.” He leaned back, resting his hands behind him, his eyes fixed on the treeline. “Anders is sending scouts to the eastern border to search for the
Eve’s POV You know the thing with aftermath is that they never announce themselves with thunder, you never see them coming sometimes, sure you know something follows after every situation, good or bad right? But you just never know what to expect so you don’t prepare or stay guarded, they just show up and when they do, they settle and you watch to either survive or die in it. I got so used to hearing, it gets better at dawn that i slowly found myself believing it in times when hope and delusions felt like the only thing to hold on to, and so i clung to them even as i slept but when dawn finally came at Blackthorn, it didn't come with relief nor did it feel better, a reminder that hopes and dreams were things that only belonged to the world of the humans. My body ached in ways sleep did not heal, I could tell that what had stirred at night had found its way deep inside of me and probably rearranged things without asking. My markings burned but they did not hurt, they only reminded me







