Semua Bab Hallow's Edge: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The dream feels different the moment it begins. Not cold. Not violent. Not like the nightmares that rip me awake shaking. This one feels… intentional.I’m standing in a dim room lit by a single lantern. The air smells like herbs and smoke. And in front of me, kneeling beside a cot, is the woman with red‑and‑black hair. Older now. Older than she’s ever been in my dreams. Lines frame her eyes. Her hair is streaked with silver. But her presence is the same, warm, powerful, familiar in a way I can’t explain. She’s tending to Drake. He lies unconscious on the cot, bruised and cut, his breathing shallow. She wipes blood from his cheek with a damp cloth, her movements gentle, practiced. But she’s not talking to him. She’s talking to me.“You’re running out of time, Raven.”My breath catches. “You can see me?”She doesn’t look up. “I’ve always seen you.”Her voice is soft but urgent, threaded with fear she’s trying to hide.“You are important,” she continues. “More than you know. You’re the o

The candles burn low, their flames trembling like they know what I’m about to do.Jason thinks I’m preparing the spell he wants, the same one he forced me to craft when he took Drake. The same one that siphons life, binds the victim, feeds the Hallow piece by piece. He thinks I’m obedient. Broken. Defeated. He’s always underestimated me.I sit cross‑legged on the cold floor, the spellbook open in front of me. My hands shake as I grind the herbs, mix the powders, draw the sigils. Not from fear, I stopped fearing Jason Moore a long time ago. This tremble is something else. Resolve.The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, a low hum vibrating through the room. It’s hungry. Growing. Waiting for the next offering. Jason believes this spell will give it what it needs. He doesn’t know I’ve changed it. He doesn’t know I’ve hidden a protection spell inside the binding, woven so tightly, so subtly, that even he won’t see it until it’s too late. A spell that keeps the chosen victim alive. A sp

The room feels too small. Too bright. Too loud. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, and every breath feels like it’s scraping against something sharp inside my chest.A witch. A familiar. A Guardian. A mother I never knew. A father I never met.And Jason Moore...My uncle. My stomach twists.“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, this is too much. This is...this is insane.”My magic reacts before I do. The air around me tightens, humming under my skin. The lights overhead flicker once… twice… then buzz like they’re about to burst.“Raven...” Noah reaches for me.“Don’t,” I snap, even though I don’t mean it. “Just...don’t.”But he doesn’t listen. He takes my hand gently, like I’m something fragile. His thumb traces slow circles into my palmc, grounding, steady, warm. The bond between us pulls tight, trying to anchor me. But it’s not enough. Not this time. The lights flicker harder. A picture frame rattles on the wall. Emily steps back, eyes wide. Grace and Liam exchange a look, not f

It’s been a few days since Raven learned the truth about who she is. A witch. A Warren. My charge. And my Beloved. But she doesn’t know that part yet, and she can’t. Not until she turns eighteen. Not until she feels it for herself. The bond has to awaken naturally, or it could overwhelm her. Right now, she’s already juggling enough: her magic, her visions, her training, her entire life flipping upside down. So I keep the truth buried. For now. Right now, all that matters is strengthening our Guardian‑Charge bond and keeping her safe.But something else has been bothering me.Emily. She’s been acting… off. Jumpier than usual. Distracted. Like she’s listening for something only she can hear. And every time I ask what’s wrong, she brushes it off. Or lies.Practice runs late, and by the time I shower and change, the sun is already dipping low. I grab my bag and head toward the library, Raven and Emily always wait for me there after school on training days.But when I walk inside, it’s qui

The police station smells like old coffee and disappointment. I sit in the stiff plastic chair while Grace fills out the missing‑person report, his handwriting tight and angry. Noah keeps a hand on my shoulder. Liam stands near the door like he’s guarding it. But none of it makes me feel better. Because Emily is gone. And it’s my fault.Everyone keeps telling me it isn’t, but the whispers at school say otherwise.Two kids close to Raven Carter have vanished.First Drake. Now Emily.What’s wrong with that girl?They don’t say it to my face, but I hear them. I feel them. And the worst part? They’re not entirely wrong.I can feel Emily through the bond, faint, scared, hurting. It’s like a thread tied around my ribs, tugging every time she breathes too fast or panics. I didn’t even know I had a bond with her until yesterday. Now it’s all I can feel. Well… not all.There’s another bond too. Stronger. Heavier. Different.Noah’s. I don’t understand it, but it’s always there, warm, steady, pu