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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: The Journey
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The prophecy’s reject CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR: Ambush
Zylia’s POVI thought Raven had come up with the hunt idea so I could examine myself, whether I was ready to go back to camp. Maybe she had done that for the fun of it.Anyways…The walk back to camp started in quiet laughter.Mason joked about my aim, Raven threatened to make me skin my next catch, and Killian, surprisingly, smiled at something I said.A real smile. It didn’t belong in the forest, but it warmed me all the same.The trees whispered around us, soft and harmless.Until they didn’t.The sound faded. The air grew too still. Even the wind stopped.Raven halted first, her hand instinctively going to her dagger. “Don’t move,” she hissed.I froze, pulse thudding.Killian’s stance shifted immediately; Alpha, controlled, aware.His senses stretched into the dark, his eyes flashing faint amber.“What is it?” Mason asked under his breath.Killian’s gaze swept the trees. “We’re not alone.”The next second, shadows broke from the treeline, five, maybe six of them, moving too fast,
The prophecy’s reject CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: The Silver Hunt
Zylia’s POVRaven’s boots crunched against the underbrush as she led us deeper into the forest.The fading light of dusk filtered through the trees, painting everything in soft gold.“Alright guys, it’s high time we return back to camp, I’m sure our work here is done?” Mason echoed, keeping his gaze on me.I turned to Killian, worry and confusion written all over his face.He couldn’t possibly leave Howlborne and stay at camp with us.Was I ready to go back to camp or even Howlborne?My stomach dropped. I hadn’t thought about returning to camp. I didn’t think of where to stay after this whole thing, whatever it is, whatever it’s called, was over.“Uhm…” I bit my lip, twisting the hem of my hair.“Before we return to camp,” Raven said, glancing back at me, “I’m going to use the woods as an opportunity to teach you how to hunt for yourself.”She knew I was struggling to make a decision.Thank you. I mouthed to her.I arched a brow. “You mean, you’re going to throw me to the wolves?”“So
The prophecy’s reject CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: What The Bond Remembers
Killian’s POVDinner was quiet.Too quiet.Raven and Mason sat opposite us, the flickering fire casting half their faces in shadow.Raven was talking, something about how the realm’s pulse had slowed, how the air felt “less charged.” Mason nodded, but his focus kept sliding toward Zylia.Every time her sleeve brushed mine, the bond flared faintly, a slow shimmer under our skin.I caught Mason noticing once, the quick dart of his eyes, the way his jaw tightened for just a second before he looked away.I pretended not to see it.He pretended it didn’t bother him.Neither of us succeeded.Raven leaned back. “Mason, you’re taking first watch.”He blinked, like she’d snapped him from a thought. “What? Oh. Yeah. Sure.”“Good,” she said, standing. “I’ll take second. Don’t burn anything while we’re gone.”Her gaze lingered on me a beat too long, maybe a warning, maybe amusement.Then she was gone, pulling her cloak tighter as the door shut behind them.Mason hesitated at the threshold.“Get s
The prophecy’s reject CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: The Silence
Zylia’s POVBy the time we made it back to the hut, night had settled thick and heavy over the trees.The air smelled like wet bark and smoke; the forest still hummed with whatever had shaken it earlier.Raven tossed her damp cloak onto the table, her expression unreadable. “Since the realm didn’t kill us yet,” she said dryly, “we should at least get dinner before it changes its mind.”Mason groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Firewood. Again.”Raven arched a brow. “You coming, or freezing?”He shot her a look but pushed off the wall anyway. “Fine. But if another tree decides to fall, I’m blaming him.” He pointed at Killian, who didn’t rise to the bait, just sat by the half-dead fire, watching the embers shift.The corner of Raven’s mouth twitched. “Try not to burn the place down while we’re gone.”And then they were gone, boots crunching against damp leaves until the sound faded into the forest’s quiet.For a while, neither of us spoke.The silence didn’t feel heavy, just
The prophecy’s reject CHAPTER SIXTY: What Remains After
Killian’s POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Not the choking heat of battle or the sting of rain, but something steady, her hand in mine.It grounded me. Drew me back.When I opened my eyes, Zylia was there.Her lashes were wet, her expression a mix of relief and disbelief, as though she didn’t trust what she was seeing.Her fingers trembled where they held mine, like she was afraid I might vanish again.For a long moment, I just looked at her.The realm had quieted.The silver mist that once pressed against us was thinning, spilling into a pale morning light that seemed too soft for this place.It felt like waking from a dream I wasn’t sure I wanted to end.Mason was by the wall, his shoulders sagging like someone who’d been holding his breath too long.Raven stood beside him, arms crossed, gaze sharp as ever; assessing, calculating, but softer than I’d ever seen it.“You’re back,” Mason said finally, his voice rough.“Barely,” I managed, my throat dry as sand. I shifted, feeling
The prophecy’s reject CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: Between Heartbeats
Zylia’s POVThe realm trembled around us, faint but real, like the pulse of a living thing.The red threads binding me to Killian shimmered and coiled, flickering with a rhythm that wasn’t just mine anymore… it was ours.He stirred beneath me, his lips parting as if to breathe for the first time in hours.His heartbeat was faint, but it was there, syncing with mine in the space between silence and hope.Mason exhaled, long and shaky.Raven’s hands hovered near his chest, her usual sharpness softened by something close to awe.“He’s fighting,” she murmured. “You pulled him back.”“I don’t know how,” I whispered, brushing a trembling hand over Killian’s cheek. “I just… felt him. Like a part of me couldn’t let go.”“You didn’t have to know how,” Mason said quietly. “You just had to want it.”Killian’s eyelids fluttered, his lashes damp from the dew clinging to the air.He wasn’t fully awake yet…trapped somewhere between the realm and the real world, but his presence anchored me.The crim
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