LOGINEliraThe door closed behind us with a soft, final click, and the shift was immediate.The world quieted.Not completely—this place would never truly be silent—but the constant pressure that had followed me through every corridor, every room, every moment I had spent here under Ash’s watch… it was gone. No eyes lingered at the edges of my awareness. No invisible weight pressed against my thoughts, shaping them, guiding them.For the first time since I had been brought here, the space felt like it belonged to me.I turned slowly, taking it in again—not as something curated for me, not as something I had been placed inside, but as something I could now see clearly.My chambers.Ronan stepped in behind me, his boots quiet against the stone, his presence grounding in a way that settled something deep in my chest. I felt his gaze before I saw it, sweeping across the room with a sharpness that missed nothing. Once. Then again, slower, more deliberate.“…okay,” he said finally, a faint edge
RonanThe room hadn’t settled.Even with Ash down, even with Elira standing beside me—alive, whole, herself again—the air still carried the tension of something unfinished. Power didn’t just vanish because a blade found a heart. Not here. Not in a place like this.I let the silence stretch for a moment longer before stepping forward, drawing everyone’s attention back to something practical.“I know we all want to get out of here,” I said, my voice carrying easily through the chamber, “but that’s not happening yet.”Everyone shifted at that, exhaustion finally catching up now that the immediate threat had passed.“We didn’t come through that labyrinth untouched,” I continued. “Some of the men were injured. Everyone is still standing because of her,” I added, nodding slightly toward Elira, “but that doesn’t mean we’re ready to move again.”No one argued.They didn’t have the energy to.“And more importantly,” I went on, “this place doesn’t stabilize itself. Ash is gone, which means ever
EliraThe silence that followed my words felt heavier than anything we had faced in the labyrinth.“The Age of Shadows,” Caelan repeated, his tone thoughtful rather than alarmed, like he was turning the phrase over in his mind, testing its weight. “That sounds… familiar.”“It is,” I said slowly.I frowned, trying to grasp the edge of the memory that had just surfaced. It wasn’t new—not really—but it had been buried beneath everything else Ash had stripped from me. Now that the fog had cleared, it came back in fragments, like something half-remembered from a dream.“I’ve heard that before,” I murmured.My thoughts sharpened, pulling the memory forward.“When the Moon Goddess—”“Your mother,” Brad cut in immediately.I blinked at him.“…visited us in our dreams,” I continued, choosing to ignore that for the moment, “when we broke the curse…”The room seemed to still again, everyone listening now.“She told us something,” I said, the words forming more clearly the more I reached for them
EliraThe moment I collided with him, everything else fell away.Ronan’s arms came around me hard—tight, unyielding, like he was anchoring me in place, like if he loosened his grip for even a second I might disappear again. The force of it knocked the breath from my lungs, but I didn’t fight it.I held on just as tightly.For a second—just one—I let myself sink into it.Into him.The bond between us surged, no longer muted, no longer dulled by whatever had been done to me. It wrapped around my chest, warm and fierce and alive, grounding me in a way nothing else in this place ever had.His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, pressing me closer before he pulled back just enough to look at me.Then he kissed me.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t slow.It was desperate.Relief and anger and something dangerously close to fear all tangled together in the way his mouth moved against mine, like he needed to prove I was real, that I was here, that I hadn’t been lost to him after all.When h
EliraThe moment I crossed the threshold of the throne room, something inside me snapped back into place.The bond.It didn’t return gently—it surged, violent and undeniable, slamming into me with a force that nearly broke my composure mid-step. Heat flooded my chest, my pulse stuttering as something long buried forced its way to the surface.Ronan.Memory followed instinct.Not in pieces.Not slowly.Everything.The forest. The bond. His voice. His hands on mine, steadying me when my power spiraled. The way he looked at me—not like something fragile, not like something dangerous—but like something his.My breath threatened to hitch.I forced it smooth before it could.I had been taken.The realization settled with cold clarity, stripping away whatever illusion had been wrapped around my mind. I didn’t know how long I had been here, didn’t know what Ash had done to keep me compliant—but I knew this much with absolute certainty:I was not here by choice.And the second he realized I re
RonanThe throne room opened before us like the mouth of something ancient and waiting.It was vast in a way that didn’t just impress—it pressed. The ceiling arched impossibly high overhead, disappearing into shadow, while black stone stretched outward in every direction, broken only by towering pillars and long, draping banners that seemed to absorb the dim crimson light rather than reflect it. The entire space felt wrong, like it existed slightly outside the natural order of things.And at the far end of it, seated atop a wide platform of obsidian steps, was Ash.He wasn’t standing. Wasn’t preparing. Wasn’t even pretending to be threatened.He lounged.One arm rested lazily along the carved armrest of his throne, his posture relaxed, his expression almost bored—as if we had arrived exactly when he expected us to, exactly how he expected us to.“There you are,” he said, his voice carrying easily through the chamber. Smooth. Controlled. Amused. “My flesh and blood… my grandson.”Somet
EliraMy legs tensed, instincts screaming.I took a step back, then another—until bark scraped my spine. There was nowhere left to go.I could fight. I could shift. I could—“Caelan!” I screamed. “Help!”I turned and ran.The rogues lunged behind me. I felt fingers snatch at the hem of my dress, cl
EliraThe kitchen smelled like cinnamon and fresh bread, warm light spilling across the tiled floor as Cassie stood behind me, gently working her fingers through my braid.“You’ve got the softest hair I’ve ever touched,” she said, awe in her voice. “And it’s so light. I bet you glow in the moonligh
EliraThe road home unspooled beneath the carriage like a dark ribbon, damp with shadow and the memory of rain. Every jolt sang up through my bones. I tucked my nose into the wool and breathed the faint mix of sun-warm lanolin and Caelan’s scent where it had clung—cedar, steel, the cold of high air
EliraI woke to birdsong and sunlight—real sunlight, not the damp gray kind that filtered through dirty barn rafters or cracked cellar windows.For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling beams, breathing in the soft scent of pine and sage that clung to the wool blanket. My room. My







