All Chapters of The prophecy’s reject: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zylia’s POVThe silence stretched again, heavy as the mist between us.The barrier had quieted, its silver ripples soft now, faint like moonlight caught in water.I sat cross-legged on the grass, watching Killian through it.The distance between us felt both small and endless.He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees.His eyes stayed fixed on me, like he was afraid that if he blinked, I’d vanish again.“You look different,” he said quietly.I gave a small, bitter laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re rejected under a blood moon and survive it.”He didn’t smile. “No, I mean… last time I was here, your eyes were violet.”I froze.Then, brushing my hair forward, I caught a faint reflection on the barrier’s glow.It wasn’t silver anymore.It was brown again…soft, straight, mine.My eyes too…normal, not glowing, not divine.Killian noticed my shock. “It’s fading,” he murmured. “The Moon’s mark on you.”“Or maybe it’s listening,” I said quietly.I tried to breathe thr

Mason’s POVMy paws hit the ground before my mind caught up.I ran, tearing through fog and branches, every beat of my heart syncing with her name.The trees bent in the wind, the Moon’s glow spilling between them like liquid silver.She was close, too close to whatever that light was.And I could feel it, the bond, stretching, twisting, alive with danger.“Mason! Wait…”Raven’s voice cut through the chaos behind me.I glanced back once.She was there, breaking through the fog, her cloak snapping like a shadow in motion.Her eyes locked on me, fierce and unyielding.Of course she’d followed. She’d never let me run into hell alone.“Stay back!” I growled.She ignored me. “Try stopping me!”Typical Raven.We crashed deeper into the forest, the air thick with static, silver dust flickering through the mist.The ground pulsed faintly beneath our feet, as if the forest itself was breathing.I shifted back, bones cracking as I forced myself into human form, chest heaving. “Do you feel that?

Zylia’s POV“Mason… Killian… Raven…”Their names tasted like ash on my tongue.My voice barely reached the air. It broke apart, carried away by a wind that didn’t belong here.I opened my eyes slowly. The world was silver. Not bright, not dark, just endless shades of moonlight bleeding into fog.I tried to move, but the ground wasn’t solid. It rippled beneath me, glowing faintly as if it were alive. My heartbeat felt too loud, echoing through the air like it didn’t belong to me anymore.“Where am I…” I whispered.No one answered.I only heard the echo of my own voice.The trees around me weren’t real trees. They looked carved from light, their branches bending toward me, whispering in a language I couldn’t understand. Every sound carried memory, Killian’s voice in the field, Mason’s anger, Raven’s steady calm.But they were far. Too far.I pressed my palm to the ground. It felt warm, pulsing with a rhythm that matched mine. The bond. It was still there, faint, flickering somewhere dee

Raven’s POVWe all froze. The trees shook, silver dust falling like ash. For a second, I thought it was Zylia. My heart even leaped, foolishly hoping that she’d somehow found her way back.But then the light dimmed.What was left behind wasn’t her.The air buzzed faintly, humming like a living thing. The ground under us glowed, faint symbols forming in a circle before fading again. It was quiet. Too quiet. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath.Killian stepped forward first, slow and cautious, his boots crunching on dead leaves. “It’s not her.”Mason frowned. “Then what is it?”The light flickered once more in the distance, soft, pale, pulsing like a heartbeat. My instincts whispered that whatever it was, it was old. Older than any magic I’d ever felt.We moved closer.The air grew thicker, colder. Each step made the silence heavier. I tried to focus on the energy, but it kept shifting, one moment calm, the next, sharp and hostile.Mason broke the silence first. “This place gives

Mason’s POVThe forest felt heavier after she disappeared, like her absence had weight.Killian stood there for a long time, eyes fixed on the pool until the last shimmer faded. Then he turned and started walking, silent and stiff, like the air around him wasn’t worth breathing.Raven sighed beside me. “You both look like kicked puppies.”“Excuse me?” I scoffed. “I don’t do puppy.”“Good,” she said flatly. “Then you’ll have no problem hunting one.”Did she just say hunting…a puppy?Killian stopped mid-step. “What?”She crossed her arms, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You heard me. We need food. You two, Alpha or not, are going hunting.”I bit back a laugh when Killian turned, glare sharp enough to cut through bone. “I’m not your errand boy.”Raven stared at him. “Then starve. See if your title feeds you.”He blinked, like he hadn’t expected that. For a second, I thought he’d snap back. Instead, his jaw flexed, and he just walked off into the trees, muttering something about “