LOGINAva's pov
My mother is fighting for her life with an unknown disease and all you care about is tossing your granddaughter into the hands of another man who will treat me like trash and dump me.” The memory of my mother getting beaten up by my father rushed into my head and more tears rolled down my eyes. “She's in coma today because you refused to save her!” I screamed. “You were supposed to be her mother, her confidant but you pushed her away….” My voice broke as more tears streamed down my face. “You pushed her away….” My voice finally broke. My grandmother was fuming and boiling over with rage and in our home, that meant I was in deep trouble. “I hate….” Before I could complete my words, I felt a sharp sting tear across my face. The feel of my grandmother's hand on my face forced more tears out of my eyes. “How dare you?” She whispered, boiling with anger. My heart sank deep into my stomach. Tears dropped from face like a downpour and I bit my lips to hold back the tears but I failed. All this while I tried keeping my face away from the family, burying myself in the only science lab in the pack just to find a cure for my mother's disease. The unknown disease caused by years and years of suffering and enduring abuse from my father and the other men she married after separating from him. “Fine. If you won't let me be then I guess I have no choice than to leave this house for you. You can disown me, do whatever, I don't care but I'll rather die than attend that stupid party!” I spat angrily with more tears rushing from my eyes. Grandma Ava pursed her lips for a second then all of a sudden, she broke out laughing. Dark, hollow and terrifying. The sound of her laughter since shivers run down my spine. “You want to run?” She started, staring into my eyes. “Run if you can. Go on, run! Go start your life somewhere in some stupid unknown pack where we won't be able to find you. But if you're going to spend another minute under my roof, in my home, you're going to do anything I tell you to and that is final!” That was it. My entire family sat there, watching the woman who ought to be concerned for her daughter's life in the hospital, fight her grandmother over some stupid mating ceremony. Yet none of them said a word. None of them stood up for me….or my mother. I shook my head, finally getting the memo. I ran my eyes through the room for the last time, making sure to land my eyes on every single one of them. “I regret being a member of this family and I hate all of you. I hate you!” I spat with venom and stormed out of the room, tears flying out of my eyes. As I ran out into the hallway with blinding tears, I caught my uncles and aunts yelling my name. “Ava! Ava!!” They screamed but I didn't stop. My heart thumped hard against my chest as I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me. The minute I got in, my legs crumbled and crashed beneath me. I fell to my knees and broke out in the most heart wrenching tests of my life. “Arghhh!!!” I screamed as grandma Ava’s words rang in my head over and over again. My heart tore over and over as I thought about everything. Tears kept rushing out of my eyes until the sound of my phone ringing broke in. At first, I ignored the call and kept wallowing in my tears until the calls became too hard to ignore and I was forced to answer it. “Hello. Ava speaking.” I forced words out of my mouth. “Good evening, Miss Ava. I'm Lydia, calling fton the hospital. I just wanted to tell you that our doctor came in and reviewed your mother today and I'm afraid her health has gotten worse.” “What?” I spat out in shock. “I’m afraid she only has a limited time to live now. We can't keep her alive anymore, I'm sorry.” “Hold on….what are you talking about?” I rushed out, fear gripping my heart. “What do you mean she has a limited time to live? The last time the doctor told me….” The lady cut me off. “We were ordered to take her off life support. You might want to come in and spend your final moments with her.” With that, the call beeped and ended. “You have to go back home, Ava.” My subconscious whispered. My hands trembled, more tears rolled down my eyes, I stared at the dead phone in my hands and more tears just fell. She was fine when I visited her the day before, what could have happened in just one day? Did someone mess with her treatment? Her vitals were quite stable the last time, why would the doctor suddenly order them to take her off life support? I didn't know what to think or what not to think. My head became a beehive as different thoughts buzzed in my head. However, I knew I had to go back to my grandparents. I hated having to go back to the same people who mocked my mother for help….but I had no choice. “Ugh! Why me?! Why me?!” I cried out loud, tears falling from my eyes. My voice rang out in the forest followed by the sounds of birds flying away. The hospital's call rang in my head and the more I thought about it, the more I fell into confusion. Yet, I had to go home to the same people who put her there in the first place. “No, there has to be another way.” I whispered to myself, pacing around the forest. I tried coming up with a way to help my mother without going back to my grandparents but for the next twenty minutes, nothing came up. That was when it dawned on me. My mother and I were trapped with my evil grandparents and now, her life was in their hands. Seeing how I had no other choice, I decided to swallow my pride and return home. However, the walk of shame back home had me biting my lips to hold back my tears. My tears reminded me of how desperate I was to leave my grandparents, how desperate I was to have a life of my own doing the things I loved. “Why me?! Why me?!” I cried under my breath. Soon, I found myself back at home and the minute I got to the door, I sucked in my breath. “This is going to be a long one, Ava.” I muttered, bracing myself for the hell I was about to go through. I clicked the door knob open and there she was, waiting for me with a smirk on her face. “I see you've decided to return home. I wonder why that is.” My grandmother snickered with an evil smirk on her face.Ava’s POVThe garden feels different in the morning.Not because anything has changed visibly — the black frost lilies still grow in their protected stone bed, the mountain still breathes its cold mist through the northern cliffs, and Valley Creek still carries the same steady, patient rhythm it always has.But everything inside me has shifted.Not broken.Aligned.Milrac stands beside me as Vessa studies the lilies like they are an unsolved language rather than a plant. Cassian is somewhere in the lower archive wing cataloguing Council records we still haven’t fully unpacked. The network hums softly through the mountain, no longer chaotic, just… aware.Structured.Alive.Vessa crouches carefully near the edge of the garden bed. “The soil composition here is unusual,” she says quietly. “It’s been engineered to slow metabolic decay in the root system.”Milrac doesn’t look away from her. “It was designed to preserve them indefinitely.”“By who?”He pauses briefly. “No one I still trust.
Milrac’s POVI do not sleep that night.Ava eventually does.Barely.The bond lets me feel the exact moment exhaustion finally drags her under sometime near dawn. Even asleep, she remains tense beside me, one hand curled loosely against my chest like she expects the world to start breaking apart again the second she lets go completely.I stay awake long after that.Listening to the mountain.The network moves quietly beneath the territory now. Ninety-one threads shifting in steady rhythms through Valley Creek. Guards changing positions at the eastern perimeter. Low conversations somewhere near the lower barracks. Someone laughing faintly near the kitchens before the sound disappears again.Life.Normal life.And somewhere beyond all of it, Gregory Grey is still breathing.The thought settles coldly inside me.Not rage.Rage burns too fast.This feels older than that. Quieter. More deliberate.I stare at the ceiling for several minutes before carefully sliding out of bed.Ava stirs imm
Ava’s POVMarriage is quieter than I expected.Not the ceremony itself. That carried its own kind of gravity — Aldric standing beside the river, the network humming beneath my skin, Milrac’s hand around mine while ninety-one threads settled into something stable and permanent around us.But afterward—Afterward is this.Shared mornings.His clothes mixed with mine without discussion.Cold tea forgotten beside stacks of research notes because one of us got distracted halfway through a conversation.The strange comfort of always knowing where he is now. Not physically. Something deeper than that. The bond rests constantly beneath my awareness like a second pulse.It should feel invasive.Instead, it feels like relief.I sit cross-legged on the floor of the western library with papers spread around me while sunlight pours through the tall windows. Half the documents belong to the network archives. The other half are mine — medical notes, failed formulas, revised antidote compounds.Acros
Ava’s povThree days after the bonding ceremony, the territory settled fully back into operational rhythm.Which, unfortunately, meant paperwork.I sat in the southern archive room surrounded by territorial records while Petra paced between shelves holding six separate notebooks and one escalating grievance.“The documentation standards before the eastern settlements collapsed were criminal,” she declared.“You say that every morning.”“Because every morning it remains true.”“You’re becoming repetitive.”“I’m becoming correct consistently.”Kael sat near the window translating damaged transport ledgers with the exhausted calm of someone who had accepted this as his permanent life now.Without looking up, he said, “You rewrote the same sentence four times yesterday because one comma placement felt emotionally dishonest.”Petra pointed at him immediately. “Precision matters.”“You cried over punctuation.”“It was a historically important punctuation mark.”The network carried faint amu
Ava’s pov The clearing emptied slowly. Not with reluctance exactly. Nobody clung to the moment or tried to preserve it artificially. But people moved differently afterward — softer somehow, like the morning had settled something inside all of them that had been restless for years. The network carried it clearly. Relief. Not dramatic relief. Not victory. Just the quiet collective exhale of people who had survived long enough to witness something good and ordinary and permanent. I stood near the river watching wolves disappear gradually into the trees and trails beyond the eastern clearing while cold sunlight shifted across the water. The stones beneath my shoes were still damp from the morning frost. Behind me Petra was attempting to reorganize her notes with the concentration of someone managing a battlefield crisis. “You cried on at least three pages,” Kael informed her helpfully. “I was documenting history under emotionally difficult circumstances,” Petra replied. “You star
Milrac's povThe morning arrived clear and cold and entirely without drama.Which was exactly right.Calla had the clearing prepared before anyone else was awake — no decorations, no performance. Just the natural space with the river running behind it and the trees holding the cold morning light. She had placed stones in a simple circle, nothing carved or treated, just stones from the riverbed because they were there and they were real.I dressed without ceremony. Dark clothes, no armor. The ring already on my finger.Solas appeared at my door looking like he had also not slept and had decided that was acceptable."Ready?" he asked."Since before I knew what I was ready for," I said.He almost smiled. "Your father used to say things like that. Annoyed everyone tremendously."We walked downstairs together.---Ava's povMy grandmother helped me dress.Not with elaborate preparation — I wouldn't have tolerated that and she knew it. Just her hands fastening the back of a simple dark dres







