A Second Chance: My Twin Mates의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

MiaDarkness breathes.It’s the first thing I become aware of…a soft, pulsing dark that wraps itself around my mind like a second skin.Not threatening. Not comforting.Just… there.Like it’s waiting for me to wake.But I’m not fully here yet.My consciousness drifts in and out like a dying flame.Sound reaches me first, drifting through the haze…a whispering chant, low and rhythmic, threaded with strange cadence and ancient vowels.It feels old.Older than the wolves.Older than the packs.Older than me.My fingers twitch against something… icy stone.Cold, unyielding stone.And through my eyelashes, still too heavy to lift, I catch flickers of… light?Symbols, glowing faintly in the air above me, shifting like smoke caught in a current.Runes.Magic.Dark, complex, layered magic.And my wolf…she’s silent.Not sleeping.Not growling.Just gone quiet in a way that terrifies me down to the marrow.Where are you? I whisper internally.Nothing answers.A cold coil of panic tightens in

BrynnThe forest changes the deeper we push into it. The air grows older… heavier, like every breath we take belongs to someone who lived and died long before us. Frynn walks ahead of me, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so hard I hear the grind of his teeth. We’ve barely spoken since dawn. There’s nothing left to say anyway.Ten days.Ten gods-damned days without Mia.Ten days of searching every blood-soaked inch of Crimson Pack territory only to find ruins, Mia’s scent…and nothing else. Not her. Not a body. Only a struggle and the echo of something powerful enough to erase everything she left behind.And now we’re here, on the ancient path that leads to the Old Ones.The oldest wolves in Fiato.The ones we swore we would never approach unless the world was ending.Maybe it is.“Brynn,” Frynn murmurs without slowing. “You felt it too, right? Last night?” He asks as if I didn't when he knows fully well that it was the reason we couldn't talk.My chest tightens. “Yeah.”A heartbeat, just

BrynnThe forest felt different after the Old Ones dismissed us.It wasn’t hostile… but it wasn’t welcoming either.Just heavy.Like the trees themselves were disappointed in us for coming here with questions they already knew we wouldn’t like the answers to.‘Let her fight her battles’.Those were the words the elders left us with. Spoken in unison, calm as the moon, as if they hadn’t just shattered the last fragile thread of patience I had been clinging to.I could still hear their voices as Frynn and I descended the moss-slick path leading away from the sacred clearing.“Do they expect us to sit on our asses while she’s suffering somewhere?” Frynn muttered beside me, jaw hard, fists clenched.“She’s our mate,” I answered, voice low. “Our Luna. Our equal. They know that.”“They don’t act like it,” he spat. “They look at us like children. Like we’re asking for candy, not the location of the woman who carries our souls.”He wasn’t wrong.The Old Ones, ancient and carved out of the bon

The darkness had weight. It pressed against her chest like a living thing, filling her lungs with lead and her mind with fog. Mia's last memory of the world was Seraphine’s laughter, a jagged sound that sliced through her body, leaving her trembling, broken, and barely breathing. And then… nothing.Or perhaps everything.Her eyelids cracked open to a world that wasn’t the world. Pain still throbbed through her limbs, but it was distant, as if her body had been left behind somewhere, in some cage of failing blood and shattered nerves. She was lying on a strange ground, softer than stone but firmer than soil, and as she pushed herself upright, the sight before her stole the breath she didn’t know she still had.The forest… if it could be called that… was alive and dying all at once. Trees, skeletal and leafless, reached for the sky like desperate hands, while beside them, trunks twisted with thick emerald leaves glowed faintly, breathing life into the cracked, ash-strewn ground. The sky

BrynnThe forest resisted us long before the wards did.Thick fog curled low along the ground, cold enough that every breath clawed at my lungs. Branches shifted without wind. The shadows moved like they were alive. And the further we pushed toward the territory where we could sense Mia, the more the trees leaned inward, like skeletal guardians trying to guide us back.Or swallow us whole.“We’re close,” Frynn muttered, his voice low, strained. Sweat clung to his brow despite the cold. “I can feel her pain again.”I could feel it too. The flickers of Mia’s suffering pulsed through the bond we shared, small and broken sparks that stabbed through my chest. A tremor ran through me. Every pulse was a knife. A scream muffled. A light being drained.And then, suddenly… nothing.The absence was worse than the agony.“No, no, no…” Frynn breathed, panic rising as he grabbed his chest. “She’s slipping again.”“We keep moving,” I snapped, pushing forward even as dread threatened to turn my legs