All Chapters of The cursed mate's return : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Freya's pov The stars hadn't moved.Even after everything, my return, the false version of me torn apart, the leyline still buzzing like lightning in my blood—the sky above us stayed still, sharp, and wrong. A cold echo of the moment before a storm.Kye stood behind me, blades drawn, scanning the trees. Finnick was beside him, his eyes wolf-bright, body coiled and ready. But no one spoke.Because the sound that came through the forest wasn’t just unnatural.It was remembered.A howl I’d never heard with my ears but recognized deep in my bones.It wasn’t calling to us. It was claiming me.Something had been awakened by my return. Not just the false Freya. That had only been the mask.This was the thing beneath the mask and it was coming.The motes left behind by the impostor’s body hadn’t vanished. They’d drifted to the treeline, coalescing like mist gathering into something more solid. The temperature dropped. Frost crawled over the stone ring.Trees bent backward as if something mas

Finnick's pov I felt her scream before I heard it. It was pressure, like a weight dropped into the center of my chest, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs.Then came the echo: a ripple through the leyline that tore sideways through reality, folding the air in on itself. It didn’t just knock me down. It found me.Freya.I staggered to one knee in the clearing, bracing myself against the warped roots of a dead sycamore. Everything around me had gone still. Birds vanished. Wind died. Even the insects had gone silent, as if the entire forest was listening.I knew what had happened. I didn’t need a message or a sign or one of Kye’s dramatics to tell me. The leyline had responded. And only one person could’ve done that. Only one person still carried its mark and its memory like a splinter in her spine.Freya.She’d reached the point of no return.And the world was changing around her.The stars blinked, and I looked up.They moved.It was subtle—no grand reshaping, no fiery comet

Finnick's pov It’s been thirteen days since Freya became part of the leyline.Time doesn’t move right anymore. Not here. Not after the Catacline split and stitched itself shut behind us. There’s no sun. No stars. Just that pulsing sky, always red, always shifting—like it’s bleeding memory drop by drop.The world feels… thin.Like it’s trying to hold itself together with broken string and breathless prayer.But I’m still breathing and she’s still with me.Not in the poetic way people mean when they talk about ghosts or grief. I mean she’s literally with me. In my veins. In the tremble of the leyline beneath my boots. In the way the sword in my hand now hums with a resonance I never gave it.She gave me something before she vanished. Not a power or blessing.I woke the first morning after with a circle of scorched earth around my body and her symbol burned into the skin over my ribs. Gold and silver both, the mark pulses like a second heartbeat, and when I sleep, I see what she sees.Wh

Finnick's pov “DOWN!”I tackled Kye just as the blast hit, a wave of black-gold energy tearing through the hallway like a scythe. Stone exploded behind us. Shards flew like knives. Something screamed—a sound with no mouth, no lungs, just fury.Finnick spun, blades flashing, cutting down a figure that shouldn’t have been there. A thing that looked like Freya, but its eyes were hollow. Echo-born. Fragment echoes of the leyline’s unraveling.“They’re multiplying!” Kye shouted, scrambling to his feet. “We’re too late—whatever you did at the Seal didn’t hold!”“It wasn’t meant to hold,” I growled. “It was meant to start something new.”Another shadow lunged. I turned, blade already moving my blade, The black one. The one now burning faint blue at its edges, whispering in a language I didn’t dare understand.The creature burst into light mid-strike, ripped apart from within. Its scream melted into wind.“They’re not real,” I said through clenched teeth. “They’re resistance. The leyline’s s

Freya's pov “They’re here.”Finnick’s voice was flat. Not afraid or even surprised. Just… resigned and then I followed his gaze to the horizon.The sky was wrong again.Not red, not black, not the cracked shimmer of leyline storms but blank. White, bone-white, like the sky had forgotten how to reflect the world below. And floating at its edge like shapes and curves.Tall, faceless silhouettes moving without sound, casting no shadows. Like paper dolls cut from the void, their edges bled light. They walked across the salt plains without touching them, drifting forward like smoke.Kye cursed under his breath. “Those the ones from the vision?”“No,” I said, stepping forward, hand resting on the hilt of the black blade. “These aren’t watchers.”“Then what are they?”“Scouts.”The leyline pulsed beneath my boots like a war drum. My mark, my mark flared against my ribs, the heat rising with every heartbeat. They felt me.They’d come for me or maybe for what I’d become.I wasn’t sure which s