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Love. Death Distance Time The Hollow feeds on those truths Twisting them. Deepening them. And suddenly I understand what it really is Not merely hunger. Not merely entropy. Despair The belief that connection is meaningless because it ends. My knees weaken slightly The void presses harder around me. Memories surface painfully Every goodbye. Every loss. Every fear of abandonment I’ve ever had. The Hollow pushes deeper “You will lose them.” Theodore laughing. Aurelion smiling softly. Vireon’s calm eyes.

If war erupted before the eclipse, the prophecy’s shadow might fall early, and nothing would hold back the Hollow’s echo. Maxim stepped forward. “Name the oath.” The emissary’s voice carried like a blade drawn from its sheath. “You will swear by fang and flame that the Vale shall remain free of conquest, that moon-silver will be mined only for the good of all packs, and that your life will stand as guarantee. Should you betray this, your blood will return to the earth that bore it.” Gasps rustled through the chamber. A vow older than crowns, older even than the Hollow’s rise. To swear it was to surrender every claim of dominion, to become servant to the Vale itself.

A courier arrived three nights later with a glowing bark-scroll, unbound and humming. The message was not written it unfolded in shared memory. A projected gathering. Twelve representatives. No roots. No borders. No authority. Only agreement. They called it the non-pact. Its tenets were clear: No one may own resonance All memories are co-authored Power must always pass through another’s hands Witnessing must be chosen, never assumed Silence is a vote Ari read it three times. It was the Hollow. It was Saris. It was Kaima. And none of them.

They were plain, their meaning indicated only by their weight and by their immaculate, harsh circle. "I do not believe in the God you were raised with, Davidson," he announced, moving to stand before him. "I believe in energy. In strength. In the material. But I believe that a vow between two human beings has power of its own. A weight. It grips tighter than a signature." He stretched out one of the bands. "I want to make that promise to you. Here. Now. To nobody else as a witness. Not because we have to. Because we're choosing to."

He continued. “We live in a time that treats promises lightly. As though commitment is optional. As though desire alone is justification.” A ripple of agreement moved through the congregation. I felt heat rise to my face, my heart started the kind of race and pound combo that it does whenever I feel doom lurking. He didn’t look at me. Not yet. “A vow,” he said, “is not made when one feels nothing. It is made in full knowledge that feeling may come… and still, one chooses obedience.”

Like the Hollows themselves. He looked at us. At the mate bond blazing between us. And smiled. Cold. Cruel. Knowing. "How touching," he said. Voice echoing. "Love conquering all. Bonds triumphing over emptiness." His smile widened. "But love makes you vulnerable. Gives you something to lose. And I'm very good at taking things away." He raised his hand. Reality rippled. The Hollows appeared. Rising from the ground. From the air. From nowhere and everywhere.

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!

At that, he took Kace’s hand and led the way infront of the priest. The ceremony began. Kace tried to get rid of those unwanted thoughts in her mind. She wanted to get this thing over with, without hurting those people around her. Soon after, the exchange of vows took place. Chandler took her hand while saying his vow. “I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.”

“Long ago. When the Bound Circle was still alive. We brought every talisman we could. Every rite. We poured our blood into the soil. And still, the Hollowing remained. Because the vault wasn’t made of stone.” Seraphina frowned. “Then what is it?” He looked at her. “You.” The room held its breath. “You and every wolf that’s ever carried the memory of blood-soaked vows. Every Alpha that’s ever felt the weight of the moon and wondered what price it truly demands. The Hollowing isn’t sealed beneath us—it’s within us. Sleeping in our lineage. Whispering in our instincts. Waiting for the moment we forget who we are.” Seraphina sat back, heart thudding.

Zara’s gaze flickered toward the crowd. Her mother. Eyes glassy. Emilia. Frozen still. Chantel and Kemi. Watching her with silent strength. And Regan… just beside her. She could feel the heat of him. The conflict in him. The uncertainty. The priest’s voice faded into the background. Do I really belong here? The moment drew nearer. The vows loomed like a wall she couldn’t climb over. The priest turned to Regan. “Do you, Regan Kareem, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…”