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
On these words, the child's face, so much like Jason's, flicker between his father and me. There's a spark of hope there, mixed with the weariness of long illness. I feel a lump forming in my throat, torn between the urge to gather the fragile boy in my arms and the need to maintain my professional
LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV"You're so brave, my little warrior," Jason mumbles, his voice thick with emotion. "Just like your mother," he thereafter stresses out. My hand trembles slightly at his words, but I manage to steady myself and complete the blood draw. As I apply a small
Alpha King Jason's POV My son Eden and his kidnapper-yes indeed, that's how she should be called-Doctor Lorry Springstone, are taken back to the castle by the royal warriors under my vigilant eyes. I'm relieved because I feared losing the only person who matters the most to me. As we arrive back
LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV I keep on trying to find the right words to comfort Eden without making false promises. But then, Elowen's voice cuts through the tension."Is this true?" she demands, her eyes darting between Jason and me. "Have you been lying to me this entire time?"I ope







