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181. The Threshold

AlbertDeath is not darkness. That was the first lie I had believed.Darkness implies absence. To me, it was like an empty room, a door closed, a world gone quiet. But what claimed me was not absence. It was pressure. A vast, crushing stillness that pressed against me from every direction, as if the universe itself had leaned in close and whispered, Enough.I did not fall into it. No. I was taken. I was forced into it.There was no pain at first. Pain requires nerves, breath, a body still arguing with life. I had none of those. I was awareness stripped bare, floating in a place where time did not move forward or backward. It only waited. And in that waiting, I felt them.Not voices.Not faces.Presences and it made my unconscious self jolt.They were two small lights, fragile and impossibly bright, brushing past me like moth wings against my soul. My babies. They did not cry. They did not reach. They only paused. I felt them linger at the edge of me, as if curious, as if reluctant to

182. When the Bond Screamed

EdwardThe bond did not fade gently. It snapped.Not cleanly, such things are never clean, but like sinew torn from bone, like something alive screaming as it was wrenched apart. I staggered mid-step and gasped as I held my chest.Air left my lungs in a violent ush, my knees buckling as if the earth itself had struck me. One moment Albert had been there, faint and distant, but present, and the next there was nothing. No warmth. No pull. No answering echo to my heartbeat.Just silence.“No,” I whispered, the word scraping raw from my throat.The world tilted. My vision blurred, not from injury, not from exhaustion, but from a terror so sudden and complete that it hollowed me out. I clutched at my chest like I could physically grab the bond, like I could hold it in place if I pressed hard enough.Nothing answered. All was silent.I had known pain all my life. I had known wounds that split flesh and shattered bone. I had known the agony of loss.But this… this was worse. This was losing

183. The Weight of a Crown

AlbertI woke to silence so complete that it felt like sound had been stripped from the world.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. The forest breathed around me, no, with me, and I felt it the way one feels their own pulse. Slow. Deep. Ancient.My body lay on a bed of crushed leaves and darkened soil. The air smelled of iron and rain and moonlight. Blood streaked my arms, my chest, my thighs, too much blood, dried and fresh all at once, but when I lifted my hand, there was no pain. No ache. No weakness.I sat up slowly, half-expecting the familiar dizziness, the echo of wounds reopening, the reminder that I was still breakable but it never came. I guess the blood I lost when Aiden ripped me open was returned to me.My skin was unmarked beneath the blood. Not a scratch. Not even tenderness. I pressed my fingers into my ribs, my stomach, my throat, nothing. Perfect. Whole.Alive in a way I had never been before. My breath caught.The last time I had felt like this, I had

184. The Shadow’s Reckoning

Bibi Kamwe’s footsteps were silent over the cracked pavement, the soft crunch of debris beneath her boots drowned by the distant hum of the forest they had left behind. She had buried Albert and made sure to cast several wards so that no one would ever find his grave.In her arms, she carried a small bundle, one of the two babies she had taken from the chaos earlier, swaddled tight against her chest and a backpack containing the placenta and the umbilical cords. Beside her, Adrian… or Aiden, as he liked being called, moved with measured grace, eyes sharp and calculating. He was halfway through his plan and all that remained was to show up before Edward, beaten and half dead, crying and telling him how he was able to save one baby from Bibi Kamwe who had taken Albert. He was sure that Edward didn't know that Albert was carrying twins.He wasn't worried because the two of them, Adrian and Bibi Kamwe, had survived chaos that would have broken most. They had outmaneuvered enemies, evaded

185. One Down

Albert stood in place and then let go of Edward's hand that he had been holding.“You… you… how…?” Adrian tried speaking but no words could come out and Albert just stood there looking at his brother. His face was so calm that it was giving Adrian jitters.Not able to withstand the pressure anymore, Adrian made as if to run away as he held the baby tightly in his embrace.Albert moved with a speed and grace that made the air shimmer, his golden eyes locked onto Adrian and held him in place. Behind him, Edward, pale and hair now white again from the ordeal, steadied himself, but his gaze was sharp and unwavering. Both were alive, focused, and radiating a power that Adrian could feel in his bones.He stumbled backward, still clutching the swaddled baby, his mind scrambling to comprehend the impossible. How had they found him? How had they anticipated his every move? How had Albert survived because Adrian could swear that he had killed Albert? The forest air felt heavy, almost electric,

186. Ash and Light

AlbertThe forest knows me now.It opens when I step forward, branches bending, roots sinking deeper into the soil as if bowing. The air hums with restrained power, thick with magic that does not belong to any witch or fae alone anymore.It belongs to me. I am the god of reckoning who's going to give Bibi Kamwe her dose of the medicine she served me back.Edward moves behind me, silent as a shadow, our first child cradled against his chest. The baby sleeps, blissfully unaware of how close death once hovered over all of us. Edward’s presence is steady, not whole yet, not as strong as he once was, but enough. More than enough.I feel the second child before I see them. It begins as a pulse, a cry that doesn’t reach the ears but splits the soul. My hand tightens.“She’s close,” I murmur.Edward nods. “I’ll stay back. I don't want to hond you back,” he says.I glance over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. There is no fear there, only trust. Absolute, unshaken trust. I smile at him and touch

187. Blood Does Not Make a Brother

AlbertA month later…The hall was silent when they brought him in.Not the expectant silence of a crowd waiting to be entertained, but the heavy, suffocating stillness of judgment. The kind that presses against your chest and forces you to breathe carefully, as though even the air itself is listening.Aiden Hughes, my big brother, walked between two guards, his wrists bound in silver cuffs, his head held high in defiance. He looked thinner than I remembered, sharper around the eyes, the arrogance stripped raw into something desperate and feral. But he did not look remorseful.That hurt more than I expected. He should have showed remorse at least and for our parents, I would have saved him.I stood beside Edward at the front of the hall, my hand resting unconsciously over my stomach where Aiden had ripped my babies out of me.The babies lying in the cot stirred faintly, a reminder of what had almost been taken from me. Edward’s presence was solid at my side, steady and protective, but

188. What Endures

AlbertA year later, I still woke up tired and I wished that the night was longer so that I could sleep more.This was not the bone-deep exhaustion of fear or grief or magic tearing me apart, but the quiet, ordinary kind that came from chasing two toddlers down marble corridors before sunrise and for a whole day.“Al,” Edward called gently from the doorway, amusement threading his voice. “They’ve escaped again and I swear I can't put up with them anymore. Cess is always able to handle them but he went to town for the cake.”I laughed despite myself, breathless as I crouched and scooped our son into my arms before he could toddle straight into the council chamber like he always does when unwatched. His brother followed his lead with identical determination, his dark curls bouncing as he ran, Edward’s eyes, my stubbornness.“They are plotting,” I said solemnly.“They always do and their tacit understanding is amazing," he said as he crossed the room and took our son from me, pressing a

189. Five Years Later

EdwardFive years.Sometimes I wake before dawn and it still feels unreal, like if I blink too long, the forest will take it all back. The quiet. The warmth. The steady pulse of life around me that no longer feels borrowed.I lie there now, listening.Still Waters breathes differently these days. The land hums instead of groans. The trees no longer recoil from my presence, they lean in, roots settling deeper as if reassured. Even my wolf rests easier, no longer pacing the edges of my mind like a creature waiting for the next blow.These past five years havebenea blessing I never foresaw after Athena died. But Albert, Cess, Apollo and Theo have done that.I turn my head.Albert is awake.He always wakes before me now, as if his soul is permanently tuned to the world’s shifting rhythms. Since he became a fully fleneced engineer, he has more to do than all of is.He’s sitting against the headboard, loose robe falling off one shoulder, eyes unfocused but alert, listening to something I ca

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