Morwenna's POV Smoke curled around me like a living thing, rising from the wreckage of the council chamber. I stood at the edge of the broken dais, staring at the blood-soaked stone where the High Seer had fallen. His robes still smoked. No one moved him. No one dared speak.I had spoken the ancient words. The ones etched into my bones. And the curse answered.Behind me, the silence cracked. I heard Leofric’s boots scuff over the shattered marble as he approached. His steps were slower than usual—he was still recovering from the last backlash. From me."You shouldn't have done it," he said, his voice low."They voted to strip me of my title. Sabine too. What other choice did I have?"He didn’t argue. That terrified me more than shouting would’ve.I turned to face him. "They were going to sentence me. For what I might become.""And now they're ashes.""Not all. Just enough."I could feel it now—the power stirring under my skin, restless and aware. The celestial side of me had awakened
Leofric’s POVSilence had teeth. It chewed through the war room, ripping at whatever resolve remained in the air. The map of the kingdom lay between us, stained with ash and streaked blood. Morwenna stood at the edge of the table, stillness carved into her bones. Her hair was bound back, tight and ruthless, and her fingers never strayed far from the shard.She hadn't spoken since the vision. Since the crypt. Since the fire.Sabine lingered near the window, her face unreadable. Outside, smoke climbed toward a dawn that refused to rise."He moves before the moon shifts," I said, pointing to the red stones marking Aedric's line. "And he's not alone. The woman beside him—""Is not human," Morwenna cut in. Her voice held no tremor. Only fact.Sabine's gaze snapped toward her. "You saw her?""In the flame. In the mirror. In me."I stepped closer. "Who is she?"Morwenna lifted her chin. "She’s what I become if I fail. If I sever the bond. If I let power lead."A silence heavier than death fe
Leofric's POVSmoke bled into the sky, curling into the clouds like a promise we couldn't keep. The edge of the ruins stank of blood and wet ash. Bodies of rogues lay broken in the mud, teeth bared in death, eyes glassed over. But none of them were her.She stood beneath the twisted arch of what used to be a temple gate, draped in a cloak of night. Obsidian eyes met mine, and the same pulse that had flared between Morwenna and me thrummed faintly in the air. It wasn’t power. It was recognition.Morwenna stepped beside me, breath sharp in her throat. "She’s waiting.""For you."The woman didn’t speak. Not yet, she looked at Morwenna like a historian might study an ancient text—curious, reverent, but also calculating. She moved with a grace that made the earth hold its breath."Daughter of ruin," the woman finally said. Her voice didn’t echo. It struck.Morwenna didn’t flinch. "Who are you?""The one who came before. The one you might become."I moved slightly in front of Morwenna, just
Morwenna's POVStone trembled beneath my feet as I ran. Not with footsteps or crumbling walls—but with something deeper. The kind of tremor that came from old magic waking. The kind that remembered being buried.My lungs burned. My heartbeat synced with the pulse of the shard at my hip, the rhythm uneven now, like it was resisting something. Or warning me.Sabine appeared beside me at the second stairwell. She didn’t speak. Just grabbed my arm and yanked me down a narrow corridor. The walls here pulsed with ancient glyphs, faintly glowing, responding to us like blood called to blood."It’s him," I said, breathless."Yes.""What is he?"Sabine didn’t answer until we reached the final door—the door even Leofric had sworn never to open."He’s the first king. The unmade god."My blood chilled. "You said he was dead.""He was supposed to be."She pushed the door open with both hands, revealing a wide circular chamber filled with violet mist. Symbols carved into the floor shifted like ink i
Morwenna's POVSmoke curled from the eastern towers, faint but rising. It hadn’t come from the fires Leofric and I had quelled. This was new. Distant. Controlled. Like a signal.I stood on the edge of the battlements, wind tugging my hair loose, the cracked shard tight in my grip. Below, the army at the gates didn’t move, didn’t shout. They waited. Aedric waited. And beside him, that obsidian-eyed woman remained unnaturally still.Sabine joined me, her cloak billowing. “They won’t wait long.”“Then they’ll die tired.”She glanced sideways. “That power you tapped into... it left a mark. On you. On him. It’s not done.”I didn’t answer. I knew. I could feel it now, slithering under my skin. Something half-awake. Half-hungry.Leofric was in the war chamber below, drafting last defenses with what remained of the loyal High Guard. He thought we had time. I didn’t.“You knew she was coming,” I said to Sabine, eyes fixed on the obsidian woman.Sabine hesitated. “I dreamed of her. Before you e
Morwenna's POVThe silence before battle isn’t peace. It’s pressure. A breath held too long. A string pulled tight, threatening to snap.That’s how the air felt as I stood at the highest tower of the palace, staring down at the army forming outside our gates. Banners I didn’t recognize. Faces I hadn’t seen since the Auction. They came for war. For me.Aedric stood at the front. Not in armor, not even in wolf form. Just robes of deep crimson and a smirk that turned my stomach. And beside him, the woman with obsidian eyes, her face identical to the mural of the First.I turned away from the window. Sabine was behind me, pacing."The shard’s crack is growing," she said without looking up. "You barely held it together last time. It won’t survive another surge.""Then I won’t use it," I replied.Her eyes snapped up. "It’s not a matter of choice anymore. It will use you. That thing feeds on instability. And right now, you’re a feast."Leofric entered the room, armor scorched and patched, bu