LOGIN**Kelly Thompson's POV**The golden sapling doesn’t speak—it *sings*.Its voice is a dissonant chorus of static and roots, harmonizing with the hum of the fractures splitting the sky. The survivors kneel before it, their eyes reflecting its luminous leaves, but Ravel stands apart, her gun aimed at i
**Kelly Thompson's POV** The sapling isn't just a tree-it's a *mirror*. Its obsidian bark reflects my face, twisted into the Rootmother's cruel smile. The emerald leaves whisper with my voice, taunting, coaxing. The survivors circle it, their weapons trembling. Some beg me to burn it. Others kneel
The spiral scar on my palm throbs, tendrils of emerald light snaking up my arm. It's not just a brand anymore-it's a *bridge*. --- **The Memory Thief** The first hallucination hits at dawn. I'm back in the cabin, Eden's laughter echoing as he skins a rabbit. But when he turns, his eyes are Nessa
**Kelly Thompson's POV** The Seeds don't fall-they *root*. Each one pierces the earth like a bullet, sprouting into monstrous hybrids of flora and flesh. Trees grow skeletal hands, flowers bloom into screaming mouths, and the air thickens with pollen that glows like emerald fire. The Rootmother wa
**Kelly Thompson's POV** The emerald star isn't a star-it's a *cage*. Its light doesn't illuminate; it *dissolves*. The wasteland's obsidian spires crumble under its gaze, reduced to ash that swirls in toxic, glowing clouds. The survivors call it "the Verdant," a name that feels too gentle for som
**Kelly Thompson's POV** The girl steps forward, her face a mirror of Ravel's-sharp jawline, storm-gray eyes, the same scar slicing through her brow-but her posture is all wrong. Too rigid, too calculated. Her gaze locks onto mine, and the static in my chest *twists*, like a key turning in a rusted
LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV In The Meantime, In The South Pack's Dense Forest... Just two hours ago, I was still a captive of my ex-husband but thank Moon goddess, I found a way out of the damn castle. I've always known since my time as Jason's wife that the royal palace was full of h
LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV One month later, while sleeping in my damp cell, I'm startled awake by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. The door creaks open and two burly guards enter, their faces grim. "On your feet, rogue," one of them barks. "Alpha Biansky wants to see you."
LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As I interrogate myself about the Alpha King Jason's genuineness, he opens up even more and takes me aback with a stunning statement. "When Eden's health began to decline, I started to suspect something wasn't right. But I never imagined..." He trails off
LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV Elowen, to whom we can be but eternally grateful, takes us to a small cottage nestled among towering trees. The structure seems to grow organically from the forest floor, its walls blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. As we approach, I notice i







