LOGIN“When we return alive, I’ll make you Luna.” My mate Soren told me when we went into battle together. He was my rock, my strength. But when I woke up after the battle, something was wrong. Soren was cold and distant. And beside him, a beautiful young woman held his hand. My smile faltered, confusion replacing the joy I had felt moments ago. “This is Cerelia. She’s my second chance mate.” His words hit me like a physical blow. He told me that our mate bond was severed due to my injuries. During this year, he found Cerelia and is going to make her Luna tomorrow. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, and my head pounded with a fresh wave of pain. And deep down, I knew he was telling the truth. I couldn’t feel the mate bond between us anymore. The cold reality of his betrayal was sinking in, and I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. Soren, my mate, my Alpha, my everything, stood beside another woman, promising her the life he once promised me. Where does this leave me?
View MoreOmniscientWe emerge from the forest's embrace in reverent silence, our shoulders brushing with each step, boots crushing frost-laced leaves that crackle like whispered secrets beneath our feet.Chris is the first to break the spell of quiet contemplation.Laughter bursts from his chest like something wild startled into freedom.A sound so pure and unexpected that it catches in all our throats.Elliott responds immediately, a crooked grin spreading across his face.Ilsa carries herself differently now, her spine straighter than it's ever been. Proudly holding on to Aureith’s hand.We break through the final line of trees, blinking against the sudden brightness of open sky.After so long in the forest's filtered light, the world feels overwhelming.The absence of watching eyes and whispering shadows is almost disorienting in its completeness."Mom!" Chris suddenly shouts, his voice cracking with joy and relief.She's already running toward us, hair wild and streaming behind her, arms o
ScarlettThe stars burn with a different light now, as if the veil between sky and earth has grown thin enough to let their true radiance bleed through.Or perhaps it's me who's changed, my perception altered by magic and trauma and the strange alchemy of surviving the impossible.Chris moves ahead of our small procession, his stride carrying the easy confidence of someone who's faced his demons and found them smaller than expected.Yet there's a hyper-awareness in the way he moves, a subtle tension that speaks of hard-won wisdom.His shoulder finds Elliott's every few steps, casual contact that looks accidental but isn't.As if he needs the physical confirmation that Elliott is still here, still breathing, still real.I understand that compulsion intimately.After what we've been through, the urge to constantly verify that our people are whole and present feels less like paranoia and more like prayer.Erik walks beside me, his fingers interlaced with mine. His palm radiates warmth ag
OmniscientThe forest breathes again.Not with the ragged gasps of something wounded, or the predatory rhythm we've grown accustomed to.More like the first breath after surfacing from deep water.Beneath our feet, moss spreads in luminous patches, no longer throbbing with the agony of corrupted magic but glowing with something ancient and benevolent.The trees above us release their burden in slow cascades. Petals of white and silver that drift down like inverse snow, each one a small absolution.Where once the bark bore the angry welts of carved runes, now only wood remains, scarred but healing.The Veil has been sealed.We feel its’ completion in our marrow.Scarlett moves ahead of our small procession, her posture finally free of the rigid tension that's defined her for weeks.For the first time since this nightmare began, her shoulders curve naturally, unburdened by the weight of impossible choices.Erik maintains his position at her side, one hand resting with careful tenderness
CaelanThe Hollow King waits.He stands beneath the twisted canopy of the oldest trees, a crown of bleached antlers shadowing his skeletal face.Each antler is carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly, and bones hang from them like macabre ornaments.Finger bones, rib bones, small skulls that might once have been birds or rabbits or children.His eyes are hollow sockets, darkness so complete it seems to swallow light, but they see me.Every secret, every buried truth, every fragment of who I used to be."You came," he rasps, his voice like stone cracking under pressure, like the earth splitting open to reveal its secrets.I take a step forward, my boots silent on the moss-covered ground."You called me," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.He inclines his head, the movement slow and deliberate."Not I. The part of you, you left behind."I feel it then. A tug in my chest, a pulse just beneath my sternum.A second heartbeat that's been there all along, waiting.“You were thei
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