They Keep Pulling Me Back In Mga Nobela at Kwento

I staggered, my vision going black for a second, my breath hitching as a force unlike anything I'd ever felt took hold of me. And then—I wasn’t running anymore. I was being pulled. “Now, go back to mate!"

It blurred my vision. I was still struggling to find my way back when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the slide. The warm touch felt familiar. Kevin.

"I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use." "Zadik!" I suddenly recalled. It felt as though my memories were retuning in fragments. "He is going to be executed today. Oh my goddess! What have I done?" "Quit the moping around and let's get to work!" Napthena snapped from inside my head. She was back to her position as my crude adviser. "Alright. Okay. So how do we go home?" She sighed and I heard what sounded like a forehead slap. In an exasperated tone, she ground out, "If you had noticed, you'd have seen that you are starting to fade away like we did before."

My heart dropped. “It’s pulling everything back,” I said, panic rising fast. “All the connections ,all the people it’s trying to compress them into one point” Nathan’s eyes widened. “Into you.” The realization hit like a punch. “No…” I whispered. Because if that happened I wouldn’t just lose myself. I would become the core. The center. The system itself. “No, I won’t let you !” I pushed back hard, my energy flaring wildly as I tried to resist the pull.

A pull. “It wants Elara,” I said. My father’s face changed. “Are you certain?” “Yes.” The pull was clear now that I named it. “It is not trying to leave me. It is trying to reach her. Like it misses her.” “That should not happen,” my father said. “The anchor should hold it steady regardless of distance.” “Unless something is wrong with Elara,” Julian said. The three of us looked at each other. “Go,” my father said. “Now.”

The wolf bristled at that. A pulse of defiance rippled through me, sharp and sudden. I laughed weakly. “Yeah. I thought so.” I stood slowly, grounding myself with each breath. “I won’t go back because I’m pulled,” I said firmly. “I won’t go back because my body wants something my mind isn’t ready for.” The wolf resisted, a dull ache flaring again. “But,” I added, voice softer, “I won’t pretend the pull isn’t real either.” That seemed to calm her.

“The procedure. It’s pulling you toward the sea. Your tether to the physical world is weakening.” The pulling sensation grew stronger. I took a step back from the edge, but it didn’t help. My feet started sliding forward, dragging me closer to the drop. “No, no, no.” I dug my heels in, but the stone was smooth. I couldn’t get traction. Maria grabbed my arm, holding me back. But even she was struggling. The pull was too strong. “You need to make a choice,” she said. “Now.” “I don’t have a choice!” I shouted over the wind. “There’s no one willing to—”

The way he’s anchoring himself through me. Through the part of me that is still stable. Still human. Still here. “Aidan,” he says. “Stay with me.” “I am.” “Don’t let it pull you back in.” “I’m trying.” The system pushes again. Not outward. Inward. Trying to reassert control. Trying to pull the fractured pieces of me back into alignment with it. The connections that haven’t broken yet tighten. Stronger. More restrictive. It is learning. Adapting. Faster than before.

I finish and leave, the urge to return back pulling me, but then, I fight it till I'm back in my car. "Take me home."

I won’t let them see me cry. At the edge of the clearing, I pause for a moment and glance back. Bran is already turned away, speaking to one of the visiting dignitaries as if nothing happened. As if I don’t exist. As if the bond means nothing. The pull is still there, strong and constant. It tries to drag me back. But I push it down, forcing it deep where it can’t reach me. I turn and walk away.