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Chapter 11

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Aria’s POV

The sounds of people talking in the corridors would not stop pounding in my head. Every laugh, every whisper felt sharp and personal, as if all of them were aimed at me.

I kept my head down while I cleaned the tables, pretending not to hear.

“What’s even the scroll about?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it. I had seen Ares and James studying that ancient parchment the night before, their faces grave. Since then the whole pack seemed restless, watching me as though I carried some hidden plague.

I tried to shake it off and stepped outside to get some air. The sun was already high, and the wind smelled of pine and smoke from the training grounds. For a moment I thought the noise inside my head would quiet, but the whispers followed me out, soft and taunting.

When I went back inside the hall the voices grew even louder. I pressed my hands over my ears. It wasn’t just sound; it felt like the words were crawling into my skin. I was lost in that storm of noise when I
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    Aria POV The fortress slept unevenly. I could hear its breathing through the stones slow where the wounded dreamed, sharp where guards turned in their armor. Outside, rain threaded through the mist, tapping at the shutters like a pulse that wanted answering. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw light under water. Silver first, then red. Each time I tried to reach it, it moved farther away. When I finally sat up, the bandage over my chest felt hot. I drew it aside; the mark glowed softly, silver veins running outward, then darkening at their edges until they blushed crimson. It looked alive. I touched it once pain, then the taste of iron behind my teeth. "Remember the promise." The voice wasn’t outside me. It came from the space between heartbeats. “Whose promise?” I whispered. "Yours. Hers. Mine." The room tilted. For a heartbeat I was standing somewhere else: a cavern full of mirrors, the smell of salt and blood. A woman knelt beside a black pool. Her

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 21

    Ares POV Morning came thin and colorless, as if the dawn itself feared to choose a side. Mist lay heavy over the stronghold; the banners on the walls hung damp and still. Inside the council hall, the smell of cold wax and smoke lingered a memory of lightning that refused to fade. The elders were already gathered when I entered. Rowan stood near the fire, his staff striking the stones with each slow breath. Beside him sat three councilors I didn’t recognize new voices summoned overnight. That alone told me everything. They bowed slightly, just enough to pretend respect. “Alpha Ares,” Rowan said. “We meet to determine the validity of last night’s event and the safety of your rule.” My boots echoed as I crossed the floor. “You mean whether you can strip me of command before she wakes.” A rustle of robes, a cough meant as laughter. One elder pale eyes, ink-stained fingers unrolled a parchment. “Until the goddess confirms the Trial’s meaning, the council moves to place command

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 20

    Ares POVThe council hall still smelled of thunder.Ash clung to the rafters, and the runes on the walls pulsed faintly, like hearts that refused to stop beating.No one spoke. They stared at me the way men stare at a wound that should not have survived.I had walked through nights of battle, but this silence felt worse than any war.It was judgment waiting to breathe.Rowan finally broke it. “You brought her power inside our borders.”His voice trembled between anger and awe.“The moons rose together, Ares. Do you understand what that means?”“I do,” I said. “ It means the goddess answered.”Murmurs rippled. Some bowed their heads; others spat prayers against curses.They would argue forever about what the light meant mercy or warning but I had seen Aria in the center of it, alive. That was meaning enough.An elder pushed to his feet. “Your friend Clara burns half the cliff and you defend the girl who caused it? Are we to call ruin divine now?”My jaw locked.Once, Clara had s

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 19

    Clara’s POV The cliffs were quiet that night.Even the sea below had gone still, waves hitting the rocks softly like they were afraid to make a sound.The air smelled of rain and stone. The moons were climbing higher, one silver, one red the same way they had on the night everything fell apart centuries ago.I stood near the edge, looking down at the circle drawn into the ground.It looked perfect.Every mark glowed faintly, shining in the moonlight, hiding the poison I had placed there.Once she stepped inside, her own power would turn on her.The goddess would burn her from the inside out.The end of the so-called Moon Blessed.I smiled faintly. Ares thought he was protecting her, but he was only walking her straight to her death. The spies told me enough the girl was leaving the fortress tonight, veiled and dressed in white, heading for the cliffs.It was almost too easy.I knelt down beside one of the runes and brushed my fingers over it. The light rippled red, answering to my m

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 18

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  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 17

    Ares’s POV Night had settled heavy over the fortress, the kind that pressed against the windows like a living thing. I hadn’t slept. Every corridor hummed with secrets, and my instincts kept pacing even when my feet were still. From my chamber balcony, I could see the council wing dimly lit; silhouettes moved inside too many for this late hour. Someone was reporting again. Every word I spoke in confidence found its way to Clara before dawn. There was a leak somewhere in my ranks. James entered quietly, carrying a folded parchment. “The watch found this under the east stair. A courier’s mark from Varyn’s men.” I took it. No seal, no name just a single phrase: ‘The Alpha prepares the circle.’ My jaw tightened. I hadn’t told anyone outside my inner circle about the ritual preparations. “So she already knows,” I said. James frowned. “You think Clara planted a spy?” “I think she owns one.” I turned the parchment over, tracing the faded ink. “And I intend to find out wh

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