Semua Bab The cursed mate's return : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Freya's pov I couldn’t move, the Rift pulsed around me like a living heartbeat, faster and louder with each second. My son, my baby, hovered between Kaelith and the creature cloaked in shadow and feathers. His eyes no longer gold, no longer human. They burned white-hot, glowing like miniature stars. And when he opened his mouth, the air around him trembled.“Mother,” he said again, but it wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a cry. It was a statement.I stepped forward, though every part of me screamed to run. The guardian-creature turned its glowing eyes toward me again as if judging me, waiting.“Let him go,” I said, my voice sharp. Commanding. “He’s not yours.”Kaelith smiled, that same calm, unreadable expression that made my stomach twist.“He never was yours either, Freya.”“You’re wrong.”I could feel the Luna inside me rising, her power pushing through my skin, ready to tear something apart. My hands trembled but not with fear. With rage.“You don’t get to take what’s mine.”Kae

Finnick's povThe moment she crossed, the bond turned cold. I felt it—like the sun dropping behind a mountain too fast. One heartbeat she was beside me, glowing with purpose and power… the next, her soul pulled tight like a wire, stretched too far.My knees hit the altar floor as pain struck through my chest. Not physical pain, hers, fear and Confusion. The sting of old power pressing into her skin. Every breath she took, I took with her. Every step she stumbled, my vision blurred.She was there In the Rift and I couldn’t follow.Not without breaking the world.I gripped the stone edge of the altar, the air around me rippling. Thunder cracked in the distance—unnatural, not of this realm. The moon trembled. I could feel its light flickering like a candle in a storm.Something had shifted.The Soulshard lay shattered on the ground beside me, still humming. Still glowing faintly with the echo of our son’s voice but now, it was cold and silent.And Freya’s side of the bond, gods help me—

Freya's pov He didn’t wake for two days, not even once and when I whispered his name or touched his face, and sang the lullaby he used to hum in his sleep. Nothing__wasnt even moving and not a flinch.The seal Kaelith left burned low and constant under his skin, like a chain forged from silence.But the power inside him?It hadn’t quieted and It'd simply learned to wait.I could feel it when I stood too close, this unnatural stillness around him as if time paused near his skin. When I looked at him too long, shadows bent wrong in the corners of the room.And my soul… my soul wasn’t the same anymore.The first sign came when I reached for a candle on the windowsill. It lit before I touched it. No flint or match__Just thought.The second came when I bled silver during a hunt.The third?It was the dream.I stood in a place with no ground and no sky, holding my son as he burned like a second sun. Nine eyes watched from the void, whispering in a language older than time. They called me M

Freya's pov He wasn’t breathing but matter how many times I shook him, whispered his name, begged the gods or pressed my magic into his chest, he wouldn’t breathe.The seal Kaelith had left, the one meant to bind his power until he was ready, was shattering like glass under ice. I felt it crack, not just around him but inside me. Finnick dropped to his knees beside me. “Freya.....”“Don’t.” My voice came out broken, sharp. “Don’t say it.”I pressed my forehead to my son’s. “You come back to me,” I whispered. “Do you hear me? You come back.”A gust of wind howled across the grove. Not natural. It had weight like it was carrying something behind it.We turned toward the sky__the second moon had opened but not like a flower, not like light either.It opened like a mouth.A split rim of silver light peeled wide, jagged and pulsing. And from the wound spilled a corridor of stars_cold, empty and endless.A voice, not louder than thought—spoke from the gap: “You cannot hold the Convergenc

Freya's pov We made it back, but nothing was the same.Not me, not Finnick, not the child.The fight with Liora had changed something inside all of us. Something deep i couldn’t name. It was like a crack had opened and torn inside, and I wasn’t sure if it would ever close or stitch back.Finnick and I stood in the clearing just past the broken Moonstone Tree. The tree had once been strong and silver, but now it was shattered, its pieces scattered on the cold ground. The air smelled strange like ash and frost mixed together, even though nothing had burned here.The child__our child, lay sleeping between us on a soft bed of moss. His breathing was calm, for now.His forehead was smooth and peaceful. But even asleep, he gave off a faint light from inside him. I could feel the heat of his dreams against my chest, soft but powerful.Finnick reached for my hand. His skin was warm but flickered sometimes, like a quiet pulse of energy running beneath it. Our hands fit together like they were