All Chapters of Bound By Love And Prophecy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jessica's POV “As much as I love the heartfelt revelation,” Someone said from the doorway, tone dry, “you’re late.”Eric’s voice had sliced through the air like a blade.We all turned to face him. He looked as unbothered as ever, his arms crossed over his chest, but there was a hard edge to his expression.Eric cocked an eyebrow at me. “Glad you finally figured out the voice wasn’t a ghost or something, Jessica. But save the spiritual awakening for later. You have about thirty seconds before I drag you all downstairs myself.”Beck snickered. “He heard.”“Of course he did,” Lloyd muttered, already moving past Eric.Eric stepped aside, gesturing for us to follow. “Move. Now.”We didn’t argue.As we made our way through the halls of Hotel Beaumont, I couldn’t shake the twist of embarrassment in my gut— or the echo of my wolf’s voice still lingering at the edges of my mind."We’ll talk later," She whispered.Great. Now I had an extra voice in my head and Beck’s teasing ringing in my ears

Jessica's POV Talk about pessimistic.I was trying to stay calm and there she was trying to make me frightened.I had no choice but to ignore her words.We got deeper into the forest, and the cold in my spine got worse.It was like something — or someone — was watching us.“Stay close,” Lloyd ordered, his voice low but firm.Beck, still twirling his daggers, gave a whispered mock salute. “Yes, sir, Captain Blackwood.”Eric, a few paces ahead, shot Beck a withering look. “Try to take this seriously, would you? The last team that didn’t… well, let’s just say they came back with a lot of bruises.”Beck’s smirk faltered. “Noted.”I wasn't scared of something happening to the Blackwood brothers, they were already stronger than Nyra or Eric could imagine.I was more scared for myself. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to get hurt because I couldn't do anything — just like in the castle.Nyra led the entire group deeper into the forest until we reached a wide clearing. The ground was a

Jessica's POV The rest of the run was a blur of trees and shadows, but no more wraiths appeared.Still, the forest felt alive, like something or someone was still watching and waiting. And my wolf never stopped whispering in my head."Stay alert. There are footsteps ahead—human."Eric was tensed too, like he was sensing something.Finally, the dense forest broke into a wide clearing, and the training ground from earlier sprawled before us.I didn't know we were heading back, and from the looks of things, neither did Beck and Lloyd. We just followed Eric.But a few more things had been added.I spotted sparring rings lined with dirt, rows of archery targets, and a combat pit littered with weapons—from swords and daggers to axes and spears.Groups of mystics were already there, training in full force.The air echoed with the clash of weapons, the sharp commands of instructors, and the grunts of warriors pushing their limits.Eric didn't slow down. “Line up,” he ordered, leading us to

Jessica's POV "Wait a minute, something doesn't add up," Beck's voice sliced through. “So let me get this straight—you’ve known about these wraiths for a month, and you're still dragging everyone into this forest like we’re on some team-building retreat?” He asked.His usual sarcasm had an edge of fury now.Eric's jaw tightened, his blue eyes hard. “Like I said—it’s hotel policy. The training doesn’t stop.”I felt the tension ripple off Lloyd before he even spoke. His voice was cold and too calm. The kind of calm that made your stomach twist. “I don’t care about your stupid policy,” he muttered.Eric blinked, caught off guard.Lloyd took a step forward, and even though Eric was technically the prince, he suddenly looked smaller. “Jessica, Beck, and I—we’re done. We’re not training with you, with them, or with anyone else here,” Lloyd growled. “Not while those wraiths are out there, picking people off like it’s a damn game.”Eric’s face darkened. “It’s not a game, Lloyd. You think

Jessica’s POVA week passed.Seven long days of training, running through the same drills, and watching the same movements, but the wraiths never came.The forest remained quiet. Too quiet.Wolves shifted, bones snapping and reforming as fur rippled over their bodies.Vampires pushed their speed to the limit, their claws unsheathing in a blur of motion. And witches cast spell after spell, their runes glowing along their arms and necks, bright as fire in the fading light.But no enemies. No shadows slipping through the trees.Nothing.It was starting to feel like we were chasing ghosts.The tension gnawed at me, coiling tighter in my chest with each passing day. My wolf paced endlessly in my head, her growls a low, steady warning.I had a feeling that the wraiths were waiting.And if we kept standing here doing nothing, they were going to strike again — harder and crueler.Training on the seventh day came to an end.Eric called for a halt. “Alright,” he said, wiping sweat from his bro