The wind howled like a living thing as Lily stood on the edge of the forest, looking down the cliffside that overlooked the valley of Shadowfen. The land below was wrapped in fog, dense and churning like smoke from a cauldron. No birds. No beasts. Only silence and that sick, heavy sensation in her gut.This was the dead city.The last known place the Eclipse Queen had walked before vanishing into legend.Callum stood beside her, his jaw clenched. He’d been quieter than usual since the discovery in the vault. Maybe it was the pressure of protecting her. Maybe it was the reality of what she was becoming. Or maybe... he was afraid of losing her.Avery came up behind them with two scouts.“The fog’s thick,” he said, “but we tracked movement. The staff's energy leaves a trail. Victor’s inside.”Lily stared at the ancient ruins scattered across the valley below. Crumbled towers, shattered arches, twisted spires...... All half-buried in the earth. A battlefield, long forgotten.“I feel him,”
Lily didn’t sleep that night.She couldn’t.Even after they returned to the palace, even after Elira placed a protective charm around her bed, even after Callum insisted on sleeping outside her door in wolf form, she couldn’t close her eyes.Every time she tried, his voice came back.“You’ve started to remember, haven’t you?”And worse..... The memory.The image of herself on her knees in front of Victor, smiling like she wanted to belong to him. Her own voice calling him my king, willingly and lovingly.It wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been.But deep inside, something whispered otherwise.It was you.The mark on her neck pulsed softly now, like it was humming, waiting.She got up before dawn, wrapped herself in her cloak, and headed to the west wing of the palace. Past the quiet halls and marble staircases, down into the archives.Few people knew it existed. Even fewer were allowed entry.But being a Luna now, she had access.She needed answers.The door creaked as she stepped inside.
The cold wind blew harder now, carrying with it the scent of pine, blood, and something darker..... Something ancient.Lily’s mind was spinning.Victor. The Council. The king’s offer. The prophecy whispered in her dreams.But the one thing she couldn’t shake… was what Madame Elira had said.She’ll give it to him.“What did you mean?” Lily asked, grabbing Elira’s arm, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean I’ll give Victor my power?”Elira didn’t answer immediately. She was staring beyond them, her pale eyes scanning the treetops like something unseen lingered just beyond the shadows.“There is a thread,” the seer murmured, “a thin red string tied between your heart and his. Not love, not lust...... Something older. A tether of destiny warped by darkness.”Callum stepped closer, his protective aura rising. “Unwarp it. Cut it.”“It’s not that simple,” Elira said, her gaze moving between them. “The bond between you two (between Luna and mate) is strong. But the Eclipse Mark
The air between them was dense with tension, the battle’s echoes still humming faintly in the ruined clearing.Callum stepped forward, standing half in front of Lily, as if shielding her from the King’s piercing gaze. His wolf was still on high alert, claws ready, eyes glowing.Lily, exhausted but composed, leaned lightly on his shoulder. The blood pact had stabilized her magic, but it had drained her too. Still, she wouldn’t cower. Not in front of him.King Alistair surveyed them both with the calm detachment of a man accustomed to power, destruction, and control. His black cloak fluttered lightly in the wind, and the silver ring bearing the royal crest on his index finger gleamed under the moonlight.“I see you’ve finally unlocked your bond,” he said to Callum, his voice devoid of judgment but tinged with curiosity. “How poetic. The cursed Luna and the disgraced prince.”Callum’s jaw clenched. “Say what you came to say.”Alistair took a few measured steps forward, his boots crunchin
The wind howled through the trees, carrying Avery’s voice like a curse through the darkness.“Lily. Callum. You can’t run forever.”Lily stiffened where she stood, her fingers twitching at her sides, magic stirring beneath her skin. The sound of his voice twisted something deep in her gut—equal parts dread and rage.Callum’s posture was tense, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. His nose twitched, picking up multiple scents on the breeze.“They’re surrounding the ruins,” he said, his voice low. “Three to the north. Two circling from behind. Avery’s out front… he’s confident.”Lily clenched her fists. “Because he thinks I’m scared.”“He doesn’t know what you’ve become.”“No,” she whispered. “But he’s about to.”Callum turned to her, urgency in his eyes. “Lily, listen. You don’t have to face him alone. You’ve used a lot of energy. Let’s fall back, regroup.......”“No.” She looked up at him, eyes glowing faintly with that dangerous silver-blue hue. “He’s one of them, Callum. One
The door slammed open.Steel-toed boots pounded against stone, war cries echoing as Victor’s soldiers flooded the corridor. At the center, a warlock raised his staff, the air pulsing with magic.But Lily was ready.She stood in front of Callum like a shield, her hair wild, eyes glowing with untamed power. Her hands burned with silver-blue energy, veins pulsing with the awakening of something ancient and dangerous.The warlock snarled. “Stand down!”Instead, Lily raised her hands.A blast of energy erupted from her palms, sending a shockwave that threw the front line of soldiers off their feet. The walls cracked, the ground trembled. The torchlight flickered violently, casting chaotic shadows.Callum, now alert, stood shakily. “What… what was that?”Lily didn’t take her eyes off the corridor.“I don’t know exactly. But I think I just found out what I am.”Callum stepped beside her, his hand brushing hers.“We’ll figure it out. Together.”Another round of soldiers surged forward. Callum