Mag-log inThe 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
The sun hangs low behind a gray cloud, casting a pale gold haze across the Hollow, too soft for a day this heavy. It’s early afternoon, but the weight of what happened still clings to the walls of our home.Khael hasn’t stirred.His body lies still, breath shallow, eyes dark and unmoving. Whatever i
I fight it—once.And then sleep overtakes me completely.* * *I’m dreaming, but it’s not a dream. It’s a memory.I’m sure of it.The moment I sink too deep to surface, I feel it—something ancient and buried, but not forgotten. A memory—not mine, tied to something I now possess. The necklace agains
The door to the hidden room creaks open as I step inside. The air is cool and still, undisturbed by time. The scent here differs from the rest of the library—less aged parchment and ink, more earth and something faintly sweet, like dried flowers I imagine might be pressed into the pages of some of t
I follow close behind, one hand curled against my stomach like I can hold my aching worry in place. My eyes are dry now, rubbed raw and stinging from the tears I silently cried as I followed my mates home.They bring him to a room just down the hall from mine—a space I’ve never been in. Vastian draw







