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The Binding Chapter Seventy Seven
The Long Way BackSaxaWe don’t leave right away.My breathing finds something like a rhythm again—ragged, fragile, uneven—but real. The world stops spinning and I can feel my hands again. The room returns in thin layers: the table. The broken mug, Jana’s quiet voice somewhere down the hall, the smell of tea and smoke wafting through my nose.I’m aware of all of it. But none of it feels like it belongs to me.Eirik doesn’t move until I do.Eventually, I peel my fingers from his shirt. My whole body aching—like I ran for miles instead of… falling apart in someone’s home.“I need—” my voice is hoarse. “I want to go home, now please Eirik.”He nods, no arguing, no hesitating.“Okay.”We stand slowly, my legs wobble like they forgot how to do their one job. He doesn’t hold my arm, just stays close enough that if gravity betrays me again, he’ll be there.Gran pretends not to look. Elias doesn’t say anything, but his gaze is soft, worried. Jana bites her lip. Leif stares at the table like h
The Binding Chapter Seventy Six
The Breaking PointSaxaThe second the door shuts my world explodes.Not outside.Inside me.I don’t remember crossing the threshold. I don’t remember walking past Jana or gran, or elias. I am suddenly just–Moving.My hands hit the table, hard.A mug tips. Crashes. Shatters.Somebody says my name.I don’t hear it.“He just–” my voice cracks upward into something too thin to hold. “He just walked up like he owns the world.”Another cup goes flying. Wood scrapes. The room jerks sideways.“He said daughter.” the word scalds my mouth. “He walked in here and said daughter like he gets to do that. Like he gets to STILL BE-”I don’t know what I throw next. A spoon, a bowl, a chair leg, it doesn’t matter. Everything feels wrong, everything feels too small. My chest won’t open. My ribs are cages nailed shut.Jana flinches. Gran goes completely still. Elias’ breath audibly catches.“I hate him—” it claws out of me. “I hate him, i hate him, I HATE HIM__”It doesn’t sound like me. It sounds like
The Binding Chapter Seventy Five
When the World NoticesSaxaMorning pretends to happen. Light shows up–thin and washed out, but the house doesn’t believe it. The air feels like a bruise, touched too many times.Nobody says “happy birthday.” No one says anything at all.Elias and I eventually untangle ourselves from the couch, slow and brittle, like we;re afraid if we move too fast the night might start again from the beginning.Gran thumps cabinet door. Jana murmurs. Someone coughs. Someone else laughs too loudly at something that wasn’t actually funny.We’ve all decided to pretend that becoming eighteen didn’t mean anything.We know better.Elias sits at the table, slowly shredding a piece of bread into useless crumbs.I stand by the sink and watch frost crawl across the corners of the window glass like a slow, deliberate hand.Kaia pauses mid-step.Not dramatic.Not startled.She simply stills.Then:“Don’t move.”Nobody obeys. Not because we’re stubborn. Because the room has already gone rigid around us.The pr
The Binding Chapter Seventy Four
The Year of No Turning BackSaxaWe don’t sing.No candles.No cake.No cheerful announcements.Someone shuts the door against the night like it personally insulted them.The house exhales.A trapped kind of exhale.I don’t sleep. Everyone else drifts off in layers—ingrid first, slumped in the chair like she fought the dark and lost, Jana last, her hand still wrapped around Leif’s wrist like she’s afraid he’ll dissolve into mist if she lets go.The house creaks in the way old houses do, like it remembers other winters, other nights like this.Eirik finally disappears down the hall after making one more loop through every room, like checking on us will keep the world together.It won’t.But I love him for trying.Elias and I end up sharing the couch again, feet tangled in the same blanket. We face opposite directions like little kids do—except neither of us is little anymore.Midnight crawls away, the house begins to breathe.And the question I’ve been holding for two months presses u
The Binding Chapter Seventy Three
The Shape of Old ChoicesSaxaThe meeting breaks apart the way storms do. Not suddenly, but it layers.Wolves leave the house in small groups, voices low, shoulders tight, eyes still dragged toward the boundary like gravity forgot how to mind its business.We aren’t talking about what happened.Not really.We’re circling it like it’s a carcass and nobody wants to be the first one to bite.Elias sits on the floor with his back against the wall, head tipped back, eyes closed. He’s breathing, not normal, but steady. That feels like a miracle all on its own.Gran is at the stove making tea like she’s been tasked with personally holding the universe together through hot beverages.Kaia stands at the window.Still.Staring.Listening in that way that has never once felt like she was listening to people. The blank edge of the world is out there. The place where land just… refuses to exist. A mouth that now learned how to smile.Eirik is talking with a small knot of older wolves in the corne
The Binding Chapter Seventy Two
The Thing that Steps ThroughSaxaWe all cram into Jana and Lief’s home, bodies filling every inch of the downstairs.The house isn’t built for meetings. It creaks like it resents all the boots, all the breath, all the voices layered on top of each other. Wolves sit on the arms of chairs, on the floor, leaning against walls, pressed into corners.No one is relaxed.They pretend, a little. A joke here, a snort there. But their shoulders tell the truth.Outside, the land is missing a piece.No amount of pretending changes that.Eirik stands near the hearth—not above us, not on a raised step—just there. The room orbits around him anyway.Jana sits behind Leif, one hand around his wrist like she’s tying him to this world with sheer stubbornness. Gran watches everything. Ingrid is angled toward the window as if she expects it to lunge.Kaia leans in the doorway, still as carved wood, her gaze distant. Elias sits cross-legged near my feet, chin tilted up, fingers tapping lightly against hi
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