LOGINRowan POVNyxara had a habit of saying horrifying things in the same tone someone else might use to announce they needed bread.We’re going back.To where my world ended.For several seconds, I simply stare at her, waiting for some additional explanation that never comes, because apparently she believes those six words are enough information to casually reorganize our entire fucking day.“No.”Nyxara’s eyes finally leave the black crystal. “You really need to expand your vocabulary.”“And you need to stop announcing suicidal plans like they’re errands.”“I didn’t say it was suicidal.”“You said your world ended there.”“Yes.”“There’s a difference?”“Quite a significant one, actually.”I stare at her.She stares back.Through the bond I can feel fear, urgency, determination, and beneath all of it something I haven’t felt from her before.Grief.Not the distant sadness that occasionally surfaces when she talks about centuries spent alone.This is fresh.Raw.As though the crystal sitti
Nyxara POVThe gold spreading through my markings should not exist.I stare at the thin line of light winding beneath the skin of my arm, watching it thread itself through symbols that have belonged to me longer than Rowan’s bloodline has probably existed, and for perhaps the first time in centuries I have absolutely no explanation for what my own magic is doing.Which is irritating.Terrifying, certainly.Potentially catastrophic.But mostly irritating.“Stop looking so pleased,” I mutter.Rowan’s eyes lift from my arm to my face. “I’m not pleased.”“Your wolf is.”“That’s because something in you apparently decided it likes him.”A pulse of smug satisfaction rolls through the bond.I close my eyes.“Gods, I hate this.”Seraphine laughs under her breath. “Oh, I have missed you.”My eyes open immediately. “Keep laughing and I’ll remind you exactly why you stopped missing me the first time.”That only seems to amuse her more, but Rowan doesn’t share either of our humor, his attention r
Rowan POVThe problem with Nyxara’s terrible ideas was that she had survived enough of them to believe that counted as proof they were good ones.By dawn, I had accepted that I wasn’t going to talk her out of entering the underground market, but accepting it and liking it were two entirely different things, especially when every instinct I possessed had been restless since the thing at our boundary called her little heir and left her pale enough that even Nyxara’s considerable talent for pretending nothing bothered her couldn’t hide it.I stood near the center of the settlement while Kael tightened the straps on the pack he would carry, Mara sorted through a collection of charms and small glass bottles she apparently considered necessary, and Nyxara leaned against the side of my cabin looking entirely too relaxed for someone who had spent half the night explaining all the creative ways this excursion might get us killed.“No,” I said.Nyxara looked up. “I didn’t say anything.”“You we
Nyxara POVRowan wanted supplies.I knew where to get them.Unfortunately, the place was controlled by creatures who had tried to sell me to the hunters twice.——-Details.Rowan’s expression tells me he already regrets asking before I have even explained where we are going, which, admittedly, is probably a reasonable reaction considering he has known me long enough to recognize the particular smile currently pulling at my mouth, the one that usually means I have thought of something useful, dangerous, or preferably both.“No.”I stare at him. “I still haven’t told you the plan.”“I know.”“Then you cannot possibly object to it.”“I know you.”“That seems dramatic considering we haven’t known each other particularly long.”“I know that look.”I fold my arms across my chest, ignoring the faint pull of the bond when the movement puts another few inches between us. “What look?”“The one that says you’re about to suggest something completely fucking insane and explain afterward why it tec
Rowan POVNyxara told me something was coming.What she didn’t tell me was that whatever it was already knew exactly who she was.The moment we break through the trees and back into the settlement, I know this isn’t another hunter attack, because no one is running toward the outer defenses, no weapons are being raised, no witches are shouting spells or calling for reinforcements, and yet nearly every wolf has gathered near the northern boundary with the kind of rigid silence that tells me whatever they found frightened them more than an army charging through the wards would have.“Move.”My voice carries before I reach them, and the reaction is immediate as wolves step aside, heads dipping automatically while I pass, giving me a clear path toward Kael and Garrick standing near the edge of the protective line with Mara and two of the other witches.Kael turns first, relief briefly crossing his face when he sees me. “Alpha.”“What happened?”“We didn’t see anyone,” he says quickly. “Tha
Nyxara POVFor three hundred and seventy-five years, I survived by sensing danger before it found me.Tonight…Danger finally found me first.⸻The moment the words leave my mouth, the forest changes.Most would not notice it.Most would hear the wind moving through the trees, smell pine and damp earth, hear distant voices from the settlement carrying faintly through the evening air and think nothing of it.But I notice.Because I have spent centuries learning how to survive.The birds have gone silent.Not gradually.Instantly.One moment there is life.The next there is nothing.My stomach drops.Rowan notices the change in me immediately.His hand finds my arm.“Nyxara.”I don’t answer.I can’t.Because every instinct I possess is screaming.Run.Hide.Prepare.Something is wrong.Something is very wrong.The markings beneath my skin pulse violently again, forcing me to suck in a slow breath as I try to force my power under control, but the reaction only worsens.Whatever I am sens
Nyxara POV I have watched empires fall. I have watched entire species vanish. But nothing terrifies me more than humans who learned how to hunt gods. --- The first thing humans learned was how to stop being afraid. The second thing they learned was how to make us afraid instead. I f
Rowan POV The woman standing in front of me does not smell like prey. She smells like something that survived extinction. --- I notice her before she notices me. That alone tells me she isn’t human. Humans are loud in ways they don’t understand. Their heartbeats race without reason. T
Nyxara POV The moment his eyes lock onto mine, I know survival is no longer guaranteed. --- Humans didn’t just win the war. They reshaped the world so completely that creatures like me became something impossible. A mistake. A myth. A ghost wearing skin. I walk through the city beneath artif
Rowan POVI told myself I would give her time.But the bond doesn’t care about patience.And tonight—It’s done waiting.⸻The silence doesn’t break after that.It stretches.Settles.Wraps around us in a w







