LOGIN"Sienna, wake up." The voice wasn’t a voice, just a ripple of cold air brushing along her skin, curling under her ribs, dragging her out of sleep as if someone had gripped her spine and yanked. Her eyes snapped open, breath catching painfully, because the first thing she felt wasn’t fear, it was absence. A hollow space beside her where warmth used to be. Where he used to be. Where Ryder had lain only hours ago, counting breaths he struggled to keep steady, whispering her name like a prayer he didn’t deserve. And now, nothing.She pushed herself up so fast the blanket tangled around her legs and nearly threw her back down. "Ryder," she whispered, because saying it louder would make the truth too real. Her voice cracked anyway, thin as smoke. "Ryder, answer me."The ruins didn’t answer. The hall around her, broken pillars, cracked stone, vines threading through ancient carvings, felt colder than they had when she’d fallen asleep against his shoulder. The air tasted wrong. Too thin. As i
“Ryder?” Sienna’s voice cracked through the ruins, sharp enough to slice the air, sharp enough to make the world flinch. “Ryder, answer me!”No answer came.Only the echo of her own voice rushing back at her, twisted by the hollow chamber and warped by something darker that had already begun to seep into the cracks of the Moon Temple. She pushed herself up from the cold floor, her hands shaking, her pulse hammering with the wrong kind of fear , the kind that knew loss before loss even arrived.“Don’t do this,” she whispered into the shadows, as if speaking softly could coax him out. “Don’t walk away from me again. Ryder, ”The ground beneath her trembled.Not a natural tremor , not stone shifting under age or war , but something ripping reality open like tearing fabric. The air thickened, heavy as molten silver, trembling with a hum older than the temple itself.She spun toward the center of the chamber.“Ryder?” Her voice rose again, desperate now.A line of darkness sliced through t
“Don’t look at me like that,” Ryder muttered into the darkness, though no one stood near him, though Sienna’s breathing remained steady on the other side of the ruined altar. His voice was low, almost broken, barely held together by breath and will. “If you keep breathing like that… I’m never going to walk away.”The moonlight, thin, ghost-pale, fractured through the shattered dome above, fell across the cracked temple floor. Sienna slept curled on her side, fingers stained with residual silver from whatever magic she’d forced herself to master before exhaustion claimed her. Her hair fanned across the cold stone like dark silk. Every rise of her chest was an anchor wrapped around his ribs.He stood at the far edge of the chamber, one hand braced against the wall, fighting the tremors that crawled through his body. Shadows clung to him now, not figurative shadows, but real ones, alive and hungry, whispering from the places where light could not quite reach. Each hour, they pulled harde
“Ryder, you’re scaring me.” Sienna’s voice cracked as she dragged him closer to the mural, his weight heavy in her arms, his breaths weak and uneven. He didn’t answer. His head lolled against her shoulder, and for a moment she thought he had slipped under again. But then his fingers twitched against her sleeve, a silent sign he was still fighting to stay present. “Stay with me,” she whispered urgently. “Please. I need you awake.”“I’m… trying,” he breathed, but the words were barely air.She refused to let him slip. With one hand braced at the back of his neck, she guided him to sit against the ancient stone wall. Silver dust drifted around them with every movement, disturbed from carvings that had been untouched for centuries. The temple ruins were cold, silent, suffocatingly still , as if time itself held its breath here.Ryder blinked slowly, unfocused, and Sienna cupped his jaw. “Look at me.”His eyes found hers, glassy with exhaustion. “I can’t… feel my hands.”She grabbed them,
“Don’t move.” Sienna’s voice cut through the cold air as Ryder tried , and failed , to push himself off the floor. He had collapsed sideways after the last surge of power, and now he was breathing like a man dragging air through broken glass. She knelt beside him fast, gripping his shoulders as he trembled violently, his muscles tightening and loosening in painful spasms. “Ryder, look at me.”His head jerked, not quite a nod, not quite defiance. “I’m fine,” he forced out, though the words cracked with strain. “I just… need a moment.”“You’re lying,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across the back of his neck where Lunaris’s shadow mark pulsed like a living wound. The skin was fever-hot, almost burning her fingertips. “Your body isn’t handling the shift.”“It’s handled worse,” he muttered, though sweat dripped down his jaw and his hands clenched against the stone as if the earth itself could stop him from shaking apart.“You’re not proving anything to me,” she said sharply.“I’m pr
“Sienna… open your eyes,” Ryder whispered, his voice thin, strained, almost fading into the cold air of the ruins. He stood several feet away, leaning against a fractured pillar, his breaths uneven, his chest rising too slowly. She didn’t turn at first. Her palms were pressed to the cracked stones of the old Moon Temple floor, absorbing the pulse beneath them , a pulse that did not belong to stone, nor earth, nor time. It was something older, something that answered only to her.“I said open them,” he repeated, the sound rasping from him like a plea wearing the clothes of command. That was always how he spoke when he was terrified. It wasn’t the force in the words , it was the softness beneath it.Her eyes lifted.Silver.Not the faint shine she had carried since childhood. Not the glow the goddess had once awakened. This was different , deeper, brighter, like moonfire had claimed her vision. The color radiated outward, spilling into her skin, brushing her cheekbones with cold shimmer







