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The projection spell collapses with enough force to make the candles around us flicker, and for a few seconds I simply stand in the center of the room while the traces of silver mist dissolved around my boots.
The witch near the far wall lowers her hands, visibly exhausted by maintaining a connection across such a far distance, but I barely notice her. My attentio
Sophia: The word believers frightened me because I knew what they were capable of. The dusty rider struggled to answer questions about the attacks, but my attention stayed on the western road. These were my people. The Vale line had preserved their history for generations. They taught me that the Guardian had been betrayed, the keepers were cowards, and the Council had stolen something sacred. We were supposed to restore it. I had believed them and helped them. Bernice stepped beside me. “What are you thinking?” “That I know what they’re doing.” Her expression tightened. “Then that would be useful information to share with everyone else.” Whatever anger lay between us, she was right. I called for silence, but nobody listened until Killian intervened. “Quiet!” Hundreds fell silent. I disliked Alphas for plenty of reasons, but it was hard to argue with results. He turned to me. “Talk.” “The believers have safe houses across several territories, established generations ago. They
Reya By sunrise, Blackwood no longer looked like home. It looked like a fortress. Warriors lined the eastern walls while healers worked from the lower dining hall, and the hidden keepers spread through the estate, reinforcing entrances and staying close to the children. Wolves moved constantly between the outer boundary and the main house, carrying reports from one commander to another. Somewhere beyond the trees, an army was waiting for me. I stood barefoot on the balcony outside Killian’s study and watched the first light spread across the sky. My shadows curled quietly around my feet, fully mine again. There was no ancient voice inside them, no pull toward the ground, and no Guardian whispering through our connection. I should have felt relieved, but instead, I could barely breathe. “They’re still yours.” Killian stood in the doorway, the bandage around his side visible beneath his black shirt. He should have been sleeping, though so should I. He joined me at the balcony and wra
Killian: The fear vanished from Darian’s face so fast I almost thought I had imagined it. Then every line on the map lit up gold. The blast sent Sophia sliding across the floor and knocked Reya into me. I caught her around the waist as the ceiling cracked. Stone crashed behind us, pelting my back with fragments. “Cormac,” Reya gasped. Her eyes were closed, her fingers still locked around mine while she held whatever connection she had created with him. “What is he saying?” “He’s getting Elara.” Another tremor ripped through the chamber. The Guardian cried out as gold wrapped around his arms and crawled toward his shoulders. Darian stood a few feet away, but almost nothing about him felt like Darian anymore. Aelia was in control. “Tell Cormac to hurry.” Reya opened one eye. “I’m sure he assumed we wanted him to take his time.” “Baby.” “I’m telling him.” Aelia looked through Darian’s golden eyes toward Reya. “You cannot teach blood to reject what it was created to become.”
Reya: Cormac tipped backward into the broken training ground and vanished before we could reach him. Killian ran for the opening, and I caught his arm with both hands. He dragged me several feet before stopping. “Let go. Cormac is down there.” Killian tried to pull free, but I tightened my grip. “I know, but I’m not letting you jump.” The ground shuddered as darkness rolled from the crack. Behind the retreating keepers, children cried while Elara ordered everyone to hold the circle. “He’s my brother.” Killian was still staring into the opening, and the pain in his voice made me reach for his face. “Then help me bring him back instead of giving that thing two bodies.” He closed his eyes, then faced me. “Tell me what you need.” I turned to Elara. “Can the first circle hold?” She glanced toward the opening. “For minutes, perhaps. But it cannot stop the source from moving through Cormac.” The Guardian joined us, pale and barely casting shadows. “Cormac is outside the Fifth. He is n
Killian: The thing beneath Blackwood opened its eyes, and every wolf inside me fell silent. Two enormous white eyes stared up from a depth I could not measure. Whatever waited down there frightened me more than the ground shaking beneath us. Reya stood rigid in my arms. The shadows that had belonged to hundreds of people had vanished into her network, leaving the seven circles beneath our feet empty. We had separated the fragments, and something had woken beneath them. Darian laughed near the edge, tears running down his face as he stared into the opening. I wanted to drag him away from it. “You freed it,” he whispered. Reya pulled away from me just enough to stand. “What is it?” Darian turned to her. “The beginning.” I tightened my grip on her hand. “We have had enough beginnings.” The Guardian approached the opening. For the first time since I met him, he looked genuinely lost. “That is not possible.” Sophia stared at him. “You said the heart was part of Aelia.” “It was.”
Reya: The creature had no eyes, but I knew it was watching me. Killian released my hand and shifted, his black wolf slamming it into the archive wall. Its body scattered into strips of darkness, then gathered behind him. “Killian!” A black arm struck his back before he could turn. I caught the creature with my shadows, but the moment they tightened, I was beneath my childhood bed, listening to my parents argue. “She cannot keep doing this.” “She is a child.” “She is dangerous.” My grip slipped. Whether the memory was real or not, those words hurt enough to distract me. This creature was Memory. Sophia’s magic knocked Memory aside. The bedroom vanished, and she dragged me back across the broken stone. “Don’t let it show you anything,” she said. “That would be easier if I knew how to stop it.” “Then do not believe everything you see.” The Guardian intercepted another creature, bracing against its shadows as the floor shook. “What is that one?” I shouted. “That one is Grie
ReyaThree full days passed, and I quickly realized that living in the guard wing of the Blackwood fortress was basically like being a ghost. Alpha Killian completely kept his word about ignoring me. He did not check on me once. A quiet, elderly omega servant brought a tray of minimal rations to my
ReyaThe journey to the northern border took three agonizing days. By the time the heavy wooden carriage finally ground to a halt, the warm green fields of the south were completely gone. I looked out the small window and saw nothing but dark pine trees and a freezing mountain rainstorm that looked
ReyaThe fairy tale did not even last until midnight. The very second our carriage pulled up to the Oakwood estate, the illusion shattered into a million pieces. We barely made it through the front doors before the first heavy crystal vase came flying across the grand parlor, smashing directly into
Reya"Stand straighter, Reya. You look like a hunchback standing next to your sister," my mother, Eleanor, hissed the words directly into my ear. She did not actually look at my face while she spoke. Her eyes were completely glued to my younger sister, Bernice, who was currently preening in front







