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Voices in the woods

Mirae’s POVSleep never came.The forest whispered too loud.It started as a hum — the same low rhythm that had haunted her dreams since the Bloodwood awoke. But tonight, it was closer. Personal. Each pulse pressed behind her ribs until her heartbeat followed its rhythm.The others slept.Braxton curled protectively around Emry.Lira kept watch near the fire, eyes half-shut but never still.Eastin lay rigid on the far side of the camp, pretending to rest but ready to lead.They all had someone.She had the whisper.Mirae rose carefully, silent as moonlight. The mist parted as if to guide her. She didn’t have to look back to know Lira’s sharp eyes would catch her absence eventually. She only needed a few minutes—just to listen.Her bare feet found the forest floor. The air grew colder with each step, mist curling around her ankles like claws of breath. Branches leaned low, their bark slick and dark as blood.The whisper turned to words.You came back.Her breath hitched. “Verrat?”You

The fall

Emry’s POVThe forest wasn’t quiet anymore.It was breathing.Each inhale rattled through the trees, stirring the mist. Each exhale left the air colder. By dawn, even the ground seemed to tremble under their feet.Emry walked between Braxton and her brother, her steps uneven, her skin humming like it held too much lightning. She could feel the power again — not burning this time, but whispering. Tempting.Every time her hand brushed Braxton’s, the light inside her steadied. Every time her gaze caught Mirae’s, the pulse deepened — a steady, rhythmic pull dragging her toward the heart of the forest.Something was waiting there. Something that knew her name.She tried to ignore it, focusing on Braxton’s scent — pine, smoke, home — but it couldn’t drown the other one: sweet, sharp, metallic. Like the Bloodwood’s breath.“Em,” Braxton murmured, sensing her tremor. “Talk to me.”“I’m fine,” she lied.He stopped walking. “Your eyes,” he said softly. “They’re—”“Don’t.”But she saw it in his

The breaking of the pack

Braxton’s POVThe ground didn’t just split. It screamed.One moment, Emry was there—silver light burning through her eyes, her hand reaching for him—and the next, she was gone. Swallowed whole by the Bloodwood.The sound that tore from Braxton’s throat wasn’t human. It was the kind of sound that ripped something loose from the soul.“Emry!”He dove for the fissure, ignoring the heat that seared his palms. The air above it shimmered red, humming with power. He could feel her still—through the bond. Distant, fractured, but alive.Then the forest erupted.Roots tore from the ground, trees snapping like bones. The earth convulsed as black mist poured from the crack, twisting into forms that weren’t fully wolf or human—shadows with eyes that burned crimson. Rogues, but not the kind he’d ever known. These things moved like nightmares given form.“Braxton!” Eastin’s voice cut through the roar. “We have to move!”He turned, teeth bared. “She’s down there!”“We’ll lose everyone if we stay!”An

Broken silence

Emry’s POVThere was no ground.No sky.Only red light, endless and pulsing.Emry floated in it — or perhaps was it. Her body no longer obeyed her. Her veins sang with power too vast to contain, every breath heavy with something older than time.The Bloodwood had swallowed her whole.At first, she thought she was dead. But then she heard it — a low, rhythmic hum. Not from around her, but inside her. Familiar. Steady. The heartbeat that had once steadied her through her first shift.Calliope.Her wolf had been silent for weeks, buried under fear, pain, and the chaos of power. Now, she stirred.You’ve gone too deep, little one.The voice wasn’t a whisper. It was a vibration in her bones, a ripple through her blood.Emry gasped, twisting in the crimson void. “Calliope?”You hear me again.Her throat tightened. “I thought I lost you.”You tried to drown me in guilt. You can’t lose what is part of you.The wolf’s tone was neither cruel nor gentle — simply truth.Emry pressed her palms to h

False bonds

Mirae’s POV The Bloodwood whispered her name. Not like a voice calling, but like breath drawn through her veins — intimate, cold, alive. The path she followed pulsed with red light under her bare feet, roots shifting aside to let her pass. She should have turned back when the ground first started to bleed, but something in her chest kept dragging her onward. He’s here. She told herself that was why she was walking deeper. To find Verrat. To fix what had gone wrong. To undo whatever mistake she’d made. The truth was harder: she needed to believe she hadn’t been used. The air thickened around her until it hurt to breathe. Shapes moved in the shadows — wolves made of smoke, bones like glass beneath their translucent skin. They didn’t attack. They only watched, whispering in voices she almost recognized. She stumbled into a clearing. Verrat waited there, half-kneeling, bound by living roots that pulsed with red light. His eyes lifted when she entered. For a moment, she saw

Prophetic dreams

Seren’s POVFor a long time, she dreamed of nothing but roots.Roots that bound, roots that breathed, roots that listened.They had grown through her bones and blood, whispering of all that had come and all that would come again. She should have been afraid. But fear was a luxury of the living, and she had long since become something else.When Seren’s eyes opened, the world bled red.The roots pulsing around her glowed faintly, alive with power that was not her own. Beside her, Theron lay still, half-buried in the same living cocoon. His chest rose and fell in a slow, unnatural rhythm — the Bloodwood’s breath keeping him tethered.She turned her head, the effort agony, and saw her reflection shimmering on the inner surface of the roots. Her face was pale, ethereal, her veins glowing silver beneath the skin. The mark of the Goddess still lingered on her throat, faint but unbroken.Alive. Somehow, impossibly, alive.The Bloodwood hummed a question in her mind.Why do you still fight, c

The sacrifice

Emry’s POVLight and darkness warred inside her, tearing through her like two storms colliding. The Bloodwood pulsed with her heartbeat, its roots convulsing, its breath thick with shadow.She stood on the fissured ground, one hand braced on her chest as if she could keep the power inside. Around her, everything trembled—branches bending, mist splitting in ribbons of red and silver.And then—Emry.Her mother’s voice.Emry’s head jerked up. The mist parted, and there she was—Seren—bathed in light that bled gold into silver. Her hair streamed like water, her eyes alive with the power of the Goddess. Behind her stood Theron, his hand steady on her shoulder, the faint blue of his aura wrapping her in protection.“Mother?”Seren smiled faintly. “You’ve grown into everything I feared—and everything I hoped.”Tears blurred Emry’s vision. “How are you here?”“We were never far. The Bloodwood held us. Now it’s time it lets us go.”A laugh, smooth and sharp, rolled through the clearing.Veylan

Goddess’s gift

Eastin’s POVThe world held its breath.The Bloodwood no longer screamed—it sighed. The air that had once burned red now shimmered silver, gentle as moonlight on water. Eastin stood at the edge of what had been the heart of the corruption, watching his sister kneel in the center of it all.Emry’s power had dimmed to a faint glow beneath her skin, threads of light pulsing slow and steady—alive, but quiet. Braxton crouched beside her, a hand steady on her shoulder, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief.She looked up at Eastin, eyes wet and shining. “It’s over,” she whispered.But he knew better. Nothing that big ever ended—it simply changed its shape.He stepped closer, the silver earth soft beneath his boots. The Bloodwood had stilled, but the air still trembled faintly, like the world itself was waiting for something more.Then the wind shifted.A breeze rolled through the clearing, carrying with it a scent Eastin hadn’t smelled in a year—cedar, rain, and the faintest trace of hi

Last light

Veylan’s POVThe forest was still.For the first time in an age, it didn’t hurt to breathe.Veylan knelt amid the ruins of his own creation, the Bloodwood now pale and shimmering with morning light. The power that had sustained him for centuries was gone—drawn out of the roots, the soil, even his own blood. All that remained was silence, and the faint hum of something purer.He was alone.And yet, he wasn’t.A familiar warmth brushed against the edges of his thoughts, soft and hesitant. He lifted his head. The air shimmered, and she appeared—no longer radiant with divine fire, but quiet in her light.The Moon Goddess.Her form was neither woman nor celestial being now, but something in between—gentle, whole, at peace.For a long moment, neither spoke.“You came,” he said, his voice rough with disbelief.“I never left,” she replied. “Only watched, waiting for you to stop fighting shadows.”He let out a shaky laugh. “I fought because I loved you.”“I know.” Her gaze softened. “And I sil

Dawn

Emry’s POVThe world smelled different now.Not of ash or fear or power—but of life. Warm earth. Dew. The faint sweetness of wildflowers blooming where the Bloodwood had burned.Emry stood on the ridge overlooking the valley that had once been nothing but ruin. Now, small huts rose between the trees, their walls built from living wood that shimmered faintly silver in the sunlight. Wolves and rogues worked side by side, laughter breaking through the hum of rebuilding. It still felt fragile, like a dream that might vanish if she blinked too hard—but it was real.Behind her, footsteps crunched lightly over the soil.Braxton.She didn’t have to turn to know it was him. She felt him in the bond—steady, grounding, a warmth that filled the hollow places she’d carried for so long. He slipped an arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.“Still staring at the view?” he murmured, his voice low and rough with affection.“It’s strange,” she said quietly. “For so long, I thought peace

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