LOGINJohanis’ POV Her father let out a harsh breath.Then—Without another word—He turned.And ran.Straight for the forest.“Alaric—wait—!” Mother shouted from behind us, but it was useless.He didn’t slow.Didn’t even hesitate.Didn’t stop.He crossed the boundary—And the forest—Rejected him.Violently.The moment he stepped in, something unseen slammed into him, throwing him back like he’d hit a solid wall. He hit the ground hard, breath knocked out of him.But he didn’t stay down.Didn’t even pause as he got up and ran again.Same result.. but harder this time, more brutal.The forest wasn’t just blocking him. It was warning him.I stepped forward instinctively—And that was when I saw it.At the edge.Left behind.A suitcase.Old.Worn.Familiar.My breath caught.Aya’s..She probably dropped it when she was abducted from the beginning before I saw her again..From when everything started.I crouched slightly, brushing my fingers over it. And the moment I did—The bond pulsed.Str
Johanis' POVThe first thing I saw when I woke up—Was her.Not Aya.But Lily.Close enough that for a split second, my brain tried to lie to me. Tried to fill in the wrong face, the wrong presence, the wrong warmth.But it didn’t last.Because the bond—Still stretched. Still thin. Still there.And it didn’t lead to her.It led somewhere far away.Lily gave me a small, sad smile. “Hey.”My throat felt dry. Raw. “How long?”“Three days.”Three.Days.My chest tightened immediately. My body reacted before logic could catch up—I pushed myself up, muscles screaming in protest, ribs protesting every movement.“Johanis—”“I have to go.”The words came out automatic. Instinct. Not thought. Lily’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against my chest before I could swing my legs off the bed. Not hard.But enough.“Sit down.”“No.”“Sit. Down.”Her voice cracked. That was what made me stop. Not the force. Not the command.The fear.I looked at her properly then. Her eyes were red. Not fresh. Not fr
Johanis' POVThe first thing I felt—Was nothing.No forest.No pressure.No pull.Just—Air.Cold. Still. Wrong.My eyes snapped open. Dark ceiling but it was familiar.Too familiar, actually..For a second, my brain refused to process it. Because this wasn’t possible. This wasn’t where I was supposed to be.This wasn’t where she was.My body moved before my thoughts could catch up. I sat up too fast—Pain exploded through my chest. A sharp, tearing sensation that forced the air out of my lungs in a broken gasp.“—fuck—”My vision blurred. My hand slammed against the bed to steady myself, fingers curling into the sheets as another wave of pain hit—deep, internal, like something inside me had been ripped open and hadn’t healed properly.But I didn’t care.I couldn’t.“Aya.”Her name came out raw. Hoarse.Empty.The bond—I reached for it instinctively.And froze.It was still there.Faint.Distant.Like a thread stretched too far——but not broken.My heart slammed violently against my
Aya's POVI looked around and a slow, deliberate pulse moved through the ground beneath me—steady, ancient, aware. It wasn’t chaos anymore. It was control.And then—It reached for me.Not with claws. Not with force.With knowing..Something slipped into my mind, quiet and absolute.‘Not all of you can leave…’My breath caught. My fingers tightened around Johanis’ face, grounding myself in the warmth that was still slipping away. Blood stained my hands, tacky and real.Not this again.Not another choice carved out of cruelty.I swallowed hard, but the weight didn’t move. It pressed deeper, settling into my chest like something final.A path must be paid for.A balance must be kept.My vision blurred.A tear fell before I could stop it.I dragged in a breath, sharp and unsteady, forcing myself to stay present—to stay here, with him.Because if I didn’t—I wouldn’t be able to do what came next.“Aya…?”His voice was barely there. But it was enough.. I leaned closer, resting my forehead
Aya's POV We were running out of time.That thought didn’t just sit in my head.It echoed.Loud. Relentless. Suffocating.Johanis’ blood stained the ground beneath us, too bright against the dark, damp soil of the forest. And the ground.. the woods, the forest itself seemed to feed on my mate’s blood even though he is not wolfless.“Aya…” Lily’s voice shook beside me, her hands still supporting Johanis’ other side. “We—we need to move. Now.”“I know,” I whispered.But I didn’t move.I couldn’t.Because Johanis was still looking at me.Like I was the only thing keeping him conscious.Like if I looked away—He’d disappear.“Aya…” His grip tightened weakly around my wrist. Barely there. But I felt it.Every bit of it.“Don’t… stay…”“Shh,” I cut him off immediately, my voice breaking despite myself. “Don’t talk. Just—just stay with me, okay?”Another cough.More blood.My vision blurred.This wasn’t happening.This wasn’t supposed to happen.“You said you were fine,” I whispered, my voi
Aya's POV.For a moment, everything held. The forest. The creatures. Even the air. It was like the entire world had paused just to watch us.To watch him.Johanis’ arms were still wrapped around me, tight but careful, like he didn’t trust himself not to break something if he held on any harder. His chest rose and fell against mine, uneven, sharp breaths that hadn’t settled yet.And I could feel it.Through the bond.The instability.The way something inside him hadn’t fully gone quiet.Just… waiting.“Aya…” His voice was rough, low, right above my head.“I’m here,” I whispered again, tightening my grip just slightly.Behind us—The forest shifted. Not violently this time. Not lunging. Not attacking.Just…Moving.Like it was adjusting.Adapting.My stomach dropped.“Johanis…” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at him. His eyes met mine immediately. Still dark. Still unstable. But clearer than before. Like he was now present and that was enough for now.“We have to move,”
Aya’s POVI know we’ve had this conversation before.Or versions of it. Half-spoken warnings. Looks that lingered too long. Silences that were louder than shouting. I know I should wait. I know I should trust him—trust that whatever he’s trying to do, whatever he’s hiding, it’s meant to protect me.
Aya's POV My feather didn’t move either.At first.I followed the instructions, tried to empty my mind, tried to think of conversion. Pheromones to magic. Instinct to intent. But the more I thought about it, the more my thoughts tangled. And yes, I still have pheromones even if I don't have a wolf
Aya's POV The world narrowed to heat and sound and the way Johanis’s grip tightened around my wrist just before he let go.I barely had time to register the shift—the split second where his gaze swept the chaos, counting bodies, exits, witnesses—before the air broke when he was sure there was none
Aya’s POV“I cannot stand this. Is Ayreil blackmailing you or something?”The words cut sharper than I expected. They weren’t even loud. Just… careless. Tossed into the air like gossip always is—casual, cruel, and confident that it wouldn’t reach the wrong ears.Mine.The girl who said it—third row







