All Chapters of The Binding: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The hot sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting long, slanted shadows across the floor as I gathered my books. The second class of the day had dragged on, but my mind had also been elsewhere, drifting beyond the lessons our teacher droned on about. When the bell finally rang, releasing us into the bustling hallway, I exhaled in relief. But as I stood a strange tension prickled beneath the noise. The hallway buzzed with chatter, but there was an undercurrent to the whispers–something sharp and watchful. I tried to ignore it, but the weight of everyone staring at the ‘new girl’ made the air feel thick and heavy. I stepped into the crowded corridor, the sounds of lockers slamming and laughter swirling around me. Yet as I made my way through the throng of people I felt every glance linger a little too long and a little too intense. Turning a corner, I nearly collided with Eirik. “Hey…” his voice was warm but edged with something uncertain, like he was measuring his words car

The evening air was cool as I stepped outside, the sky painted with streaks of pink and orange fading into twilight, Gran had gone to bed early leaving me alone with my thoughts—and the strange, restless energy I couldn’t seem to shake. It had been a whole day, a whole day of unanswered questions and my mind racing. I tried to focus on the soft rustling of the leaves, the distant hum of the town winding down, but then I felt it. A pull—sharp and persistent–deep in my chest. It was like a thread tugging at my heart, leading me somewhere I didn’t want to go, not yet at least.My breath caught as I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. The sensation was unfamiliar. Electric, almost. It made my skin feel like I had thousands of tiny needles stabbing me over and over again. I didn’t understand… I didn’t have to look to know where he was. The pull was guiding me, a silent call I couldn’t ignore. I found myself walking, almost on autopilot, until I reached the edge of the woods—the place

Between the Teeth of FateThe woods were quieter than they should’ve been. No wind, no birdsongs. Just that creeping kind of deafening silence that sinks deep into your bones and makes your instincts twitch. I stepped over a patch of moss, my boots barely making a sound beside the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. The path I followed was thin, overgrown and not entirely real. I hadn’t planned on being here but it’s like my feet were moving on their own, led by something deeper than my own thoughts.Eirik was already waiting for me in the clearing.That stupid fucking bond was hard at work again.He stood by the twisted edge of an old birch tree, arms crossed, head tipped back as he looked up through the branches. The dying sunlight turned his features to gold but a dark shadow played across his face. He didn’t smile when he saw me, just watched intently.“You felt it too?” I said, stopping a few feet away from him.His voice was low, almost unintelligible. “It’s getting stronger.”The

Beneath the SurfaceThe sun filtered through the branches in long skeletal beams, and the wind carried whispers I couldn’t quite make out. It wasn’t cold, but I shivered anyway. He was waiting exactly where I thought he’d be–at the edge of the path, half-shadowed, half-light.Eirik.He looked exhausted. Paler than usual, like he hadn’t slept. His shoulders were tense, and when our eyes met, something flickered across his face—relief…and fear.“You felt it,” he whispered.“Of course I did,” I snapped, but it came out too soft, too breathless.“I didn’t want to pull you in,” he murmured. “I tried to hold it back, but when he showed up—”“Who Eirik?”“Elias.”“Elias..” I said, the name tasting sharp on my tongue.Eirik gave a slow nod, “he’s not one of us. But the way our bond reacted when he came..”“What is he?”Eirik’s eyes darkened. “Something fractured, something dangerous. I can sense a wolf in him but there's more there too.. But he knows who you are.”The air shifted around us, t

Weaver BloodEirik was waiting for me at the edge of my driveway when I got home. He didn’t speak right away, just stood there. Hands in his pockets, watching me like he was searching for something beneath my skin. “Did you need something?” I muttered, walking past him.His jaw clenched. “What did he say to you?”“Too much,” I muttered. “And not enough.”Eirik’s eyes darkened. “He’s not just some transfer student, Saxa. He's dangerous. He’s a rogue.”“You think I don’t know that he’s dangerous? Also, you just expecting me to know all of these words that have no meaning to me is ridiculous. What the hell is a rogue?” my voice broke sharper than I meant.“Maybe it is time you know more.”The bond between us shivered—alive, watching. My chest ached for his touch, for him. It was like it could sense we were close to something irreversible.“Tell me what you’re not saying Eirik, because if you don’t I’ll find out in my own way.”Eirik looked away, “It’s not my secret to tell.”I took a st