All Chapters of Hallow's Edge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Something is happening to me. Something I’ve been dreading and waiting for in equal measure. The matebond is waking up. I’ve felt it for weeks, the pull toward Raven, the instinct to hover, the way my magic reacts to hers, but now, with her birthday only two days away, it’s getting harder to hide. Harder to control. Harder to breathe around her.I catch myself doing it constantly. Standing too close. Watching her too long. Listening for her footsteps even when I’m supposed to be doing homework.Mom teases me about being overprotective, but she doesn’t understand. Dad does, he’s seen this before, but he keeps his distance, giving me space to figure it out. But I can’t figure it out.Because every time Raven walks into a room, something inside me snaps to attention. Like a compass needle finding north. Like gravity shifting. Like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. And I can’t let her see it. Not ye

The basement smells the same. Damp stone. Old magic. Dust. And Delaney. Eighteen years, and she still looks at me like she’s trying to see the man I used to be. She won’t find him. He died. I step out of the shadows, and she stiffens against the wall, her wrists bound, her eyes sharp despite the exhaustion.“Brad,” she whispers.My name sounds wrong in her voice. Too soft. Too familiar. Too human. I can’t afford to be any of those things. “Delaney,” I say, keeping my tone cold, collected. “It’s been a long time.”She studies me, searching for something, warmth, regret, love, anything that proves I’m still the man she married. I give her nothing.“Jason told me you were dead,” she says quietly.“I was.”Her breath catches. I move closer, letting the candlelight reveal the truth she’s been trying not to see, the faint scorch marks along my skin, the

It’s the day before my birthday. The air feels different today, heavier, sharper, like the whole world is holding its breath. My magic is buzzing under my skin, restless and warm, like it’s trying to tell me something I’m not ready to hear.I can sense people now. Not just see them. Not just hear them. Sense them. Their energy. Their presence. Their emotions brushing against mine like faint whispers. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s gotten stronger every hour.When Noah walks into a room, it’s like a warm pulse in my chest. When Emily enters, it’s lighter, quicker, like sparks. Liam feels steady, grounded. Grace feels soft and warm, like sunlight. I can tell who’s coming before they even open the door. Noah says it’s the Guardian/Charge bond. I want to believe him. But something about it feels… bigger.Emily begged to come back to school today. She said she needed to keep an e