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When They Call

ผู้เขียน: Carrie Patten
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-05 12:58:44

Rain whispered across Mystic like fingertips brushing parchment.

Not a storm — not yet.

Just a warning.

Rowan lingered outside Tidal Moon, locking up after a long evening of frantic customers who couldn’t articulate what they needed. Some claimed they were sleepwalking. Others swore someone was whispering their names from the harbor.

Her belly tightened with unease.

The veil was thinning — but faster than it should.

Windy stood at Rowan’s side, fur damp from drizzle, eyes fixed toward the distant shoreline.

The energy source moved again, she said, her telepathic voice low and steady. It’s not the bridge this time. It’s the harbor mouth.

Rowan swallowed. “The same place where the lattice connects.”

Windy didn’t answer — which was an answer.

The streetlamps flickered.

A breath of cold air swept past them, brushing Rowan’s cheek like a hand made of mist. She flinched, pressing a palm to the bump of her sternum where her magic lived.

“I don’t like that,” Rowan whispered.

“You shouldn’t.”

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  • Salt and Starlight   Static in the Air

    The storm came without warning.By late afternoon, the sky over Mystic sharpened into steel.Not rain.Not thunder.Pressure.Like the air itself was holding its breath.Rowan was stocking new vials of moonwater behind the counter of Tidal Moon when her wrist prickled—static beneath her skin. Not pain.A pull.Something’s shifting, Windy murmured from her place beneath the hanging herbs.Her voice was calm, but her eyes were on the door.Rowan’s aunt stood near the conservatory entrance, one hand resting over her swollen belly as if listening for something beneath her skin. Pale light shimmered through her dress—faint at first, like moonlight through fog.Then brighter.Rowan froze. “Aunt?”The light pulsed again. Once.Twice.Her aunt’s breath hitched. “He… kicked. But it didn’t feel like a kick.”Her voice trembled with wonder—and fear. “It felt like he was reaching.”The lights in the shop flickered.Rowan didn’t move, afraid that if she breathed wrong, the moment might shatter int

  • Salt and Starlight   When They’re Watching

    Lucien didn’t plan surprises.Wards? Strategies? A thousand-year chess match with the Lunar Court?Yes.But joy? Celebration?That felt far more dangerous.The Eclipse Bar was closed for the night. The lights were dim, bottles lined in a soft twilight glow. Windy circled him once, tail brushing his leg like a reminder.Stop overthinking, she said through the bond. You’re not designing a war map. You’re planning love.Lucien set the charcoal sketch on the counter — a moonlit canopy on the beach, lanterns leading Rowan down the sand like a path of constellations.The front door opened.Mirabel Hallow slipped inside first, cheeks flushed from the bakery ovens.“You said it was urgent. What level of urgent? ‘A ghost stole my sourdough starter’ urgent, or ‘Rowan might accidentally explode something’ urgent?”Lucien pushed the sketch toward her.Her face softened. “Oh… it’s that urgent.”Theo entered next, hauling a crate of lanterns from Hallow’s Market.“I did not steal these,” he announc

  • Salt and Starlight   The Shape in the Water

    The cloaked figure didn’t move.Not when Rowan, Lucien, and Windy stepped onto the slick boards of the pier.Not when the moon caught its outline and revealed no face beneath the hood.Not even when the harbor water lapped around its knees in rhythmic, unnatural pulses.Like the ocean had begun to breathe.Rowan’s breath steamed in the cold night air. Windy stood ahead of her, fur bristled so wide she looked twice her size.Lucien shifted closer, placing himself slightly in front of Rowan without blocking her view — a protective instinct wrapped in respect.“Don’t react to its pace,” he murmured.Rowan nodded, voice low. “I’m choosing the rhythm.”Windy’s telepathic voice slid into Rowan’s mind.The cloak has no scent. No heartbeat. It isn’t alive.Rowan swallowed. “Then what is it?”Lucien answered without looking away from the figure.“A conduit.”Of course. The Court wouldn’t risk themselves while the town was unstable.Wind from the harbor carried voices — no, fragments of voices

  • Salt and Starlight   When They Call

    Rain whispered across Mystic like fingertips brushing parchment.Not a storm — not yet.Just a warning.Rowan lingered outside Tidal Moon, locking up after a long evening of frantic customers who couldn’t articulate what they needed. Some claimed they were sleepwalking. Others swore someone was whispering their names from the harbor.Her belly tightened with unease.The veil was thinning — but faster than it should.Windy stood at Rowan’s side, fur damp from drizzle, eyes fixed toward the distant shoreline.The energy source moved again, she said, her telepathic voice low and steady. It’s not the bridge this time. It’s the harbor mouth.Rowan swallowed. “The same place where the lattice connects.”Windy didn’t answer — which was an answer.The streetlamps flickered.A breath of cold air swept past them, brushing Rowan’s cheek like a hand made of mist. She flinched, pressing a palm to the bump of her sternum where her magic lived.“I don’t like that,” Rowan whispered.“You shouldn’t.”

  • Salt and Starlight   Where the Shadow Stands Guard

    The storm didn’t begin with thunder.It began with silence.Mystic slept under a slate–gray sky, the air heavy with that strange stillness that always comes before something tears open. Rowan stood at the cottage’s front window, fingers pressed to the glass. The trees beyond were motionless. Even the sea had stopped its relentless breathing.Behind her, Lucien was a soft rustle of movement — the slide of fabric as he collected supplies, the low hum of a protection spell preparing itself.He didn’t ask if she was afraid.He knew.Windy lifted her head from her spot near Rowan’s feet, eyes glowing faintly.They’re closer tonight.Rowan swallowed. “The Court?”No. Windy’s tail swished once. Something older.Lucien crossed the room, setting down a jar of moonwater and a coil of shadow-thread in the bowl they used for spellwork. His sleeves were pushed up, mark visible, faintly pulsing in time with Rowan’s own heartbeat.“We’re strengthening the wards,” he said gently. “Not because you’re

  • Salt and Starlight   The Price of Radiance

    Wind rattled the attic windows of the cottage like impatient fingers.Lucien stood at the center of Rowan’s conservatory, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his palm hovering over the scrying bowl. Moonwater reflected neither light nor shadow — only a faint pulse, like a heartbeat under glass.He wasn’t looking at the water.He was looking at Rowan.She paced the tiled floor, barefoot, her hair in a messy braid that had given up existing ten minutes ago. Every few seconds she flexed her fingers as if trying to disperse magic that kept gathering against her skin.“I can feel it,” Rowan murmured. “Not just from the river anymore. The pressure’s everywhere. Like Mystic’s holding its breath.”“It’s September,” Lucien said softly. “The veil thins whether we want it to or not.”“That’s not all. Something is pushing. Like a force testing the seams.”Windy lay near Rowan’s feet, chin on her paws, eyes glowing faint silver. Something is watching, she warned. Not close. But focused.Rowan stopped pa

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