Todos os capítulos de The Fire That Chose Me : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The growl faded back into the fog, leaving a silence almost heavier than the sound itself. Evelynn stood still, her breath caught in her chest, Aiden’s presence the only thing keeping her steady. The forest looked harmless in the pale light, but every shadow seemed to breathe.For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Aiden’s hand found hers, strong and certain. “They won’t attack in daylight,” he murmured. “Not yet.”The tension in her spine loosened, but only slightly. She squeezed his hand, grounding herself in the warmth of his touch. “Then what was that?”“Warning,” he said grimly. His thumb brushed the back of her hand, softer than his words. “They know we’re not running.”Her heart fluttered—part fear, part pride. She looked up at him, at the sharp line of his jaw, the steadiness in his eyes. He was more than strength. He was safety. And last night had taught her that he was hers just as much as she was his.When they stepped back inside, closing the door against the cold,

Morning crept slowly into the cabin, pale light slipping through the curtains, softening the edges of the night before. Evelynn stirred first, her body heavy but wrapped in warmth. Aiden’s arm lay across her waist, his breath slow and even against the back of her neck. For a moment she stayed still, letting the rise and fall of his chest remind her she wasn’t dreaming. They had survived.Her hand drifted to where his fingers rested over her stomach, strong even in sleep. She traced them lightly, remembering the way those same hands had steadied her when the world outside had tried to tear them apart. Fire flickered faintly beneath her skin, a glow rather than a blaze, and for the first time it didn’t frighten her. It felt… like part of him, too.Aiden stirred then, his breath shifting against her shoulder before he pressed a kiss there. “You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.“So are you,” she whispered back, turning in his arms to face him. His hair was mussed,

The mist didn’t lift with morning. If anything, it grew thicker, swallowing the forest, curling cold fingers into the clearing where Evelynn and Aiden stood. The silence pressed down heavy, broken only by the sound of their breathing. Evelynn’s fire stirred uneasily beneath her skin, a low hum like a warning bell.Aiden’s grip on her hand was unyielding. His blade hung at his side, gleaming faintly, though the way he held himself said he was ready to strike at the first stir of movement.“It’s not gone,” Evelynn whispered.“No,” Aiden said. His voice was low, grim. “It’s waiting.”She hated how sure he sounded, hated the shiver that ran through her despite the heat of the fire inside her. The creature hadn’t been beaten—it had simply retreated, biding its time. Now the forest itself felt alive with its hunger.Evelynn pressed closer to him, needing his steadiness, the warmth of his body anchoring her against the chill that crept over her skin. His arm came around her shoulders instinc

The night air carried a hush, as though the whole world was holding its breath. Evelynn sat on the edge of the bed, her bare feet brushing the cool floor, her pulse still uneven from the storm of everything they had survived. The fire inside her felt quieter tonight, less like a wild blaze and more like a steady flame — a flame that answered only to Aiden.He stood near the window, his frame outlined by the silver wash of moonlight. His shoulders were tense, as though he was still carrying every battle, every danger, every secret. Evelynn could see the war inside him — the desire to protect her, and the fear that he had already asked too much of her heart.“Aiden,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain. “Come here.”He turned, his eyes dark, searching, almost hesitant. But then he crossed the room and lowered himself beside her. His hand found hers, rough and warm, and Evelynn felt the quiet strength that always anchored her when the world threatened to come undone.“You should be

The forest stretched ahead of them, green and silent beneath the morning sun. Yet the quiet wasn’t peaceful — it was sharp, edged with something unseen. Evelynn felt it in her veins, the fire stirring uneasily as though warning her of shadows she couldn’t yet see.Aiden walked beside her, his hand still clasped with hers. His grip was firm, reassuring, but his gaze flicked constantly to the trees, the air, the sky, as if expecting trouble at every turn.“You feel it too,” Evelynn said softly.He nodded once, his jaw tight. “We’re being watched.”The words should have chilled her, but Evelynn only lifted her chin. Once, the thought of unseen enemies would have made her shrink. Now, with the fire in her veins and Aiden at her side, she felt something else rising — defiance.They walked deeper into the woods, the canopy filtering the light into fractured gold. Every sound — the snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves — felt louder than it should, but neither of them slowed.When they reache