LOGINThe curse is gone. Not just broken, not just lifted—but dissolved so completely that the land feels as if it never bore its weight.The air is softer, sweeter, touched by a warmth that runs deeper than the sun. It thrums beneath my bare feet with each step I take across the moss-laced path.The Holl
Elunara trembles in my arms, her skin slick with sweat. Her breath still comes fast, but the magic has begun to settle.The earth is quiet again. Not empty—sated.She leans into my chest, exhausted and radiant. I press a kiss to her temple, tasting the salt of her skin. My lips linger there longer t
“Perfect,” he breathes. “Made for us. Made for me.”The words unravel me.There is no fear. No doubt. Only the sound of skin against skin, the heat of him inside me, the pull of his mouth at my breast, and the wild, holy thing rising in my chest that screams yes as I shatter around him.Yes to this
I lower myself onto him slowly, deliberately. Every inch of contact is heat and friction and desperate need. His hands grip my hips like he’s anchoring himself to the world through me.As I take him fully, a gasp breaks from my lips—and a low growl rumbles from his throat.“Khael…” I whisper, overwh
The people on the other side of the veil stand silent from where I am, their mouths parted in cheers I cannot yet receive. But I feel them. In my ribs. In my throat. In the hollow of my chest.It’s not just their joy. It’s their welcome.I’ve never known these people. And still, I know them. Not by
We move as one toward the edge of the Hollow, toward the field where the veil thinned under the last full moon. Where we showed her what remained of our world beyond.The stars blaze above, casting a bright light against the obsidian sky. The Milk Moon hasn’t reached its peak yet, but it’s close. Hi
I feel it too. The line. The edge between exile and everything we left behind.Vastian steps forward first, into the clearing where the forest ends. The open land stretches before us like a breath held too long, waiting to be exhaled. Khael moves next, silent as a shadow. I follow behind them both.
The moon hangs heavy above us, swollen with power and watching like a silent sentinel. Its light cuts through the trees in long silver shafts, illuminating the damp forest floor and the shimmer still clinging to Elunara’s hair like it was braided from the stars themselves.She walks between Khael an
And then she bites.Her teeth sink into the soft flesh of her palm, and I feel the ripple of her magic the moment her blood rises. It glows in shimmery crimson droplets. Moon-touched.She walks to me first.Her eyes lock with mine, and without a word, she lays her bleeding palm flat against my chest
It lands on her.Elunara lies at the center, her body still between us, bare and open beneath the moon’s focus. Her face is soft. Serene.“Elunara,” I say, voice low and sharp with sudden tension. I sit up, planting a hand on her shoulder. “Open your eyes.”She doesn’t stir.Khael shifts beside her,







