Semua Bab The cursed mate's return : Bab 171 - Bab 176

Finnick's pov We left before the sun rose. The ground still remembered the heat from the crater. Even the birds stayed quiet. No one said much. After everything, silence felt easier than words.Freya walked beside me, her pace steady, gaze sharp. The glow beneath her skin hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had settled deeper, like it belonged there now. Like she was finally becoming something the leyline had been waiting for.She didn’t look afraid. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing.Velza was behind us, her limp worse than before. She didn’t ask for help. She never would. But she leaned harder on her staff, and the way she looked at Freya—like she expected her to catch fire again at any second—made it clear we were all still waiting for something to break.Kye walked in silence, staring at a piece of bark like it held the secrets of the stars. It didn’t, but that never stopped him. He said the constellations were out of order last night. I believed him.Logan took up the rear. Quie

Finnick's pov I thought I’d become part of the stone but I was wrong.Stone doesn’t remember. I did.I remembered the way Freya’s hand fit in mine. The weight of her, soft and strong, the way she held back the fire not with power, but with will. I remembered every breath that led us here — the way Logan carried guilt like a sword strapped to his back, the way Velza never blinked when she was afraid, the way Kye always knew when to say nothing at all.And I remembered my own fear. That I’d be useless in the end.That all I could offer was loyalty, a body to break in place of someone who mattered more.But now I was the Beacon and the Beacon mattered.Even here, even in this in-between place where space had no shape and time had no spine. I could feel the world above me. Cracked, strained, waiting. The leyline was alive now, burning under the surface like a pulse under skin and it was hungry.It wanted more."They’re waking."Freya’s voice again, not distant this time, but inside me,

Freya's povI stood before the monolith, watching the symbols orbit like slow, dying stars.They were mine.I had carved them into the leyline the last time I was here or a version of me had. I still didn’t remember how, only that it had cost her everything and now I was back.Because whatever lived inside this place, whatever wore my shape and bled my rage across the world, was built from what I forgot and I was done forgetting.“Do you know what you’re doing?” Kye asked, voice tight.I didn’t answer right away. I let my hand hover over the monolith, just above the surface. The stone didn’t feel cold. It felt aware, Like something on the other side of it had leaned in to listen.“I’m remembering,” I said.“That doesn’t sound like a plan,” Finnick muttered.“It’s not,” I said quietly. “It’s the beginning of one.”The leyline twisted as my fingers touched the stone.A shivering in the center of me, like gravity shifting its loyalty.Runes flared brighter. Not just above the surfaced und