A U T H O RPerseus barely managed to block another vicious strike as Eleanor's sword came at him with unnatural speed. The force of each blow sent shockwaves up his arms, his muscles screaming in protest. Confusion clouded his mind as he stared into her eyes - those familiar emerald green eyes now burned with a hatred he didn't recognize. The woman before him looked like Eleanor, moved like Eleanor, but the rage twisting her features made his chest ache with a pain deeper than any physical wound. What could have possibly gone wrong? The question screamed in his mind between clashes of steel. Why is she trying to kill me?"There's something inside her." Ryder's voice cut through their mind link, tense and urgent. "I can hear him speaking, Perseus. It's Ravon. He's possessed her completely." Perseus barely deflected another killing stroke, the impact vibrating through his sword. "What? How?" "I don't know, but I can barely sense Eleanor anymore. It's like... like he's suffocated
A U T H O RSeverus’ voice was tight, disbelief sharpening every word. “How did she even get the blade? We searched everywhere. It was supposed to be a myth. She’s not even a lycan—how can she possibly—” Perseus wasn’t listening. His gaze locked onto the dark veins spreading beneath Eleanor’s skin, the unnatural flicker of blue light flashing in her eyes as she stared back at him. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He took a step forward. “Perseus, what the hell are you doing?” Severus snarled through clenched teeth, his grip tightening on his weapon. Perseus ignored him. His sword hit the ground with a dull thud. He wouldn’t raise a weapon against his wife—not like this. Not when she looked at him with hollow eyes, her expression blank, as if she didn’t even recognize him. “Eleanor?” His voice was soft, cautious, the way one might speak to a wounded animal. She didn’t respond. Just kept staring, unblinking. “Darling, you weren’t supposed to be here. How did you get back?”
E L E A N O RThe numbness in my chest shatters like thin ice. One moment I'm drowning in guilt over my mother's death, the next - Reina. My wolf. My other half. Gone.I had convinced myself she was just punishing me. That our stupid argument had made her retreat deep inside my mind, and she'd come back when she got over her tantrum. I never imagined... never considered...Ravon's words explode in my skull with the force of a cannon blast. "Wolfsbane. Your cell. That night." The memories flood back unbidden - the crippling cramps that doubled me over, the hot blood soaking through my clothes, the pain so intense I blacked out. I had mourned Tobias' child. Blamed myself for not knowing I was pregnant. Except I was never pregnant at all.Perseus bringing me breakfast that morning. His gentle hands helping me clean up afterward. All of it calculated. Planned."You're lying." The words scrape my throat raw. "Perseus wouldn't—""He did." Ravon flicks the torch in his hand, sending a shower
E L E A N O R The tears won't come. My eyes burn with exhaustion, too dry to weep, or maybe I'm still trapped in that numb shock that follows unbearable truth. I watch helplessly as my mother's last breath leaves her body, her chest going still just as my father bursts into the room. Ravon's cold palm slams over my eyes before I can see his reaction. When he removes his hand, the world has shifted again. Now I stand in the center of a cavern, the rough stone walls illuminated by flickering torches that cast dancing shadows across the uneven ground. The musty scent of damp earth and smoke fills my nose, snapping me back to my own body. The dull ache of pregnancy that had been my constant companion is gone, replaced by this new, sharper pain - the weight of what I've just witnessed, what I've just learned about myself. My fingers tangle violently in my hair, pulling until my scalp stings. A silent scream builds in my throat, escaping as nothing more than a choked gasp that makes R
E L E A N O RI can’t see him clearly through the haze of my own weakening vision, but I know it’s him. My body grows heavier with every passing second, my limbs stiffening as the cold burrows deeper into my bones. My teeth chatter violently, the sound grating against my skull, and my lips have gone numb, frozen in place. My fingers claw uselessly at the snow, the icy bite of it seeping into my skin, spreading through me like poison. Did Bernadette do this? The thought slams into me, sharp and accusing. I should never have trusted her. I should never have trusted anyone.“You shouldn’t have trusted yourself,” Ravon says, his voice cutting through the howling wind. He stands before me, a dark silhouette against the endless white. I can’t bring myself to look up. My gaze stays fixed on his boots, half-buried in the snow, a mocking reminder of how powerless I am to even lift my head and face him. “What do you want from me?” I wheeze, my voice barely more than a whisper, but it’s e
E L E A N O RMy heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. My entire body shakes violently, and no matter how many deep breaths I take, the panic won’t loosen its grip. I try to stand, but my legs feel like lead, weighed down by fear and exhaustion. The air reeks of terror with children wailing, mothers screaming, the relentless thunder of explosions that make me flinch every time. I hate war. I’ve barely lived through any of it, but this? This is worse than anything I could’ve imagined. Perseus moves with sharp, precise urgency, darting in and out of the closet as he straps on his armor and gathers his weapons. His movements are controlled, but I can see the storm brewing beneath the surface. The soldiers guarding the door are shoved aside as Severus bursts in, his expression grim. “It’s Rapheal and Aurelia. They’re the ones attacking,” Severus announces, voice tight. Perseus steps out, fully armed, sliding a dagger through his belt with a sharp flick of his wrist