LOGINI step away from Raven’s door, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I shouldn’t have gone up there. I shouldn’t have stood in her doorway staring at her like I forgot how to function. I shouldn’t have felt… whatever that was. But I did. And now everything inside me is twisted. I walk down the hall toward my room, trying to shake it off, but my phone keeps buzzing again and again. Lily. I told her earlier I wouldn’t be free tonight because our new foster sister was arriving and my family needed me. That should’ve been enough. For anyone else, it would’ve been. But Lily doesn’t do boundaries. She doesn’t do no. My phone lights up again.
Lily:
Are you ignoring me?Another.
Lily:
You said you’d call me after practice. Why didn’t you?Another.
Lily:
Who is she?I clench my jaw and push open my bedroom door. I toss the phone onto my bed, but it buzzes instantly. I stare at it, teeth grinding. I wanted to end things face‑to‑face. To be decent. To be the better man. But tonight is already a disaster. Raven is terrified of me, or maybe just overwhelmed, and every time she looks at me, something inside me pulls tight. And Lily… Lily is making everything worse. The phone buzzes again.
Lily:
Noah answer me. I know you’re on your phone.Something in me snaps. I grab the phone, thumbs moving before I can talk myself out of it.
Me:
Lily, we’re done. I should’ve said it sooner. I’m sorry.The message sends. My stomach drops. It feels like a punch to the gut, breaking up over text. I hate myself for it. But I also feel… relieved. Like I’ve been holding my breath for months and finally let it out.
I turn off my phone before she can reply and toss it onto my desk. Then I scrub a hand over my face and head downstairs. Dad is in the mudroom, pulling on his boots. He looks up when he hears me. “Walk?” he asks. I nod. We step into the cool night air. The woods behind the house are dark and familiar, the kind of quiet that settles into your bones. We walk halfway down the path before Dad speaks.
“You look like you swallowed a hornet.”
I huff a humorless laugh. “I broke up with Lily.”
He nods. “Good.”
“In a text.” He stops walking and turns to look at me. I wince. “Yeah. I know. I should’ve handled it better.”
Dad’s mouth twitches into an almost‑smile. “You think?”
“I just...” I drag a hand through my hair. “She wouldn’t stop texting, and Raven… she’s putting up walls. I don’t know what I did wrong, and everything feels overwhelming. I got caught up in the moment and just… ripped the Band‑Aid off.”
Dad chuckles, shaking his head. “Son, you absolutely should’ve handled it better.”
“I know.”
“But,” he adds, clapping a hand on my shoulder, “sometimes life doesn’t give you the perfect moment. Sometimes you just have to do the thing that needs doing.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. We start walking again. “Be prepared for drama tomorrow,” he says lightly. “Lily doesn’t strike me as the quiet type.”
I groan. “She’s going to make a scene.”
“Probably.”
“Great.”
Dad gives me a sideways look. “But you did what needed to be done. And now you can focus on what matters.”
Raven. He doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The bond is already pulling at me, tightening with every step. I glance back toward the house, toward the window glowing softly upstairs. Dad follows my gaze and nods once, understanding. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s head back. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”
He has no idea. By the time we circle back to the house, the night air has cooled my head a little. Not enough, but enough to keep me from pacing a hole in my floor. I kick off my boots in the mudroom and head upstairs. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the heater.
I’m halfway down the hall when a door opens. Raven steps out of the bathroom, hair damp around her shoulders, wearing an oversized T‑shirt and leggings. She freezes when she sees me, like she wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. The bond hits me like a punch to the chest. I swallow and force myself to speak before I overthink it.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “Can we talk for a second?” She hesitates, then nods, staying in the doorway, keeping distance. I don’t blame her. I’ve been a mess all night. “I wanted to apologize,” I say. “For dinner. For… everything, really.”
Her brows pull together. “You don’t have to...”
“I do.” I rub the back of my neck. “I didn’t mean to make you feel unwelcome. I wasn’t ignoring you. I just… had something going on that I should’ve handled before you got here.”
Her eyes flick to my pocket, where my phone would be if I hadn’t abandoned it on my desk. She doesn’t ask, but she knows.
“I wasn’t upset,” she says softly.
“You ran upstairs like the house was on fire.”
She blushes, looking down. “I just… needed space.”
I nod. “Fair enough.”
Silence settles between us, not awkward, just charged. Like the air is waiting for something.
I clear my throat. “About school tomorrow… I usually take Emily in the mornings, but with football season, I’ve got early practice. So I won’t be able to drive you guys.”
“Oh.” She nods. “That’s fine.”
“But Emily usually waits for me after practice so we can all go home together,” I add. “If you want to wait with her.”
A tiny smile touches her lips. “I don’t think Emily’s going to let me walk home alone anyway.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Yeah, probably not.”
She shifts, fingers brushing the pendant at her throat. “Goodnight, Noah.”
“Goodnight, Raven.”
She turns and walks toward her room, the hallway light catching in her hair. I watch her go, the bond tugging at me with every step. When her door clicks shut, I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding. Tomorrow is going to be complicated. And I have no idea how to keep my distance when every part of me is already pulling toward her.
Morning comes softly. I wake curled against Noah, my head tucked under his chin, his arm wrapped around me like he’s been holding me all night. His breathing is slow and deep, he’s completely asleep, peaceful in a way I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. For a moment, I just lie there, listening to the quiet cabin, the faint crackle of last night’s fire, the gentle lap of the lake outside. Then I remember. We marked each other. We completed our bond.My heart flutters, warm and steady. I shift slightly, and the blanket slips just enough for me to see his mark, the one I placed on him. It sits over his left shoulder, curling down his upper arm and across part of his chest.His family crest is at the center, bold and clear. But surrounding it… is a blue flame. My flame. It glows faintly, like living ink, shimmering when the morning light touches it. I reach out and trace the flame lightly with my fingertip. Noah stirs, his breath catching. His eyes blink open, soft and sleepy. “Morning.
I can’t stop laughing as Noah pulls me toward the cabin, our hands tangled together, the matebond humming like warm sunlight under my skin. The sky behind us is streaked with pink and gold, the lake shimmering like it’s holding its breath. Everything feels lighter. Brighter. Easier. Like the world finally paused long enough for me to breathe. Noah opens the cabin door and steps aside, letting me walk in first. The cozy warmth hits me immediately, the soft glow of the lamps, the faint smell of cedar, the quiet crackle of the fireplace he lit earlier. It feels like stepping into a safe place. A place meant for us.He closes the door behind us, and for a moment, we just stand there, facing each other, both a little breathless. His cheeks are pink. Mine probably are too. The matebond pulses gently, like it’s waiting.Noah clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay. So. Before anything else… I want you to be comfortable. And sure. And not overwhelmed.”I smile. “I’m not overwhe
I’m unpacking groceries in the tiny cabin kitchen when Raven asks the question that nearly makes me drop an entire bag of potatoes.“Noah… what happens when we complete the matebond?”I freeze. Absolutely freeze. My brain short‑circuits. My heart stumbles. The matebond flares so hard I swear the lights flicker.She’s standing there looking innocent and curious and completely unaware that she just knocked the air out of my lungs.I recover...barely. “We’ll… talk about it over dinner,” I manage. “Go freshen up. I’ll get things started.”She nods and disappears down the hall. The second she’s out of sight, I grip the counter and exhale hard. I want it. I want her. I want the bond complete, settled, whole. But that’s not what this weekend is for. This weekend is for breathing. For healing. For letting her be a person, not a prophecy.So I start chopping vegetables, hoping the rhythm will help me figure out how to explain something sacred without overwhelming her. How do I tell her what it
A week. It’s been a full week since my birthday, since the flames, since the prophecy, since the Nothing, since hearing my dad’s real voice for the first time in eighteen years.And somehow… life kept going. Mom and I have spent every day together. Cooking. Talking. Laughing. Crying. Learning each other in ways we never got to before.Emily has dragged me into town twice for “normal girl things,” which apparently includes milkshakes, thrift stores, and her trying to convince me to get a tattoo, since I'm eighteen now.Liam and Grace have been hovering like bonus parents. And Noah…Noah has been my anchor. Our matebond is still new, still glowing, still settling into place like a second heartbeat. Every time he touches me, even just brushing my hand, my magic calms.But even with all of that… I’m still spiraling. Because every night, I hear my dad’s voice in the Nothing. Every morning, I wake up wondering how to save him. Every hour, I feel the Hallow pressing at the edges of my mind. A
The moment I drag him back, he screams. Brad’s essence, what’s left of it, thrashes like a trapped animal as I slam him into the dark corner of our shared mind. The Nothing collapses behind him, sealing shut like a wound. “You pathetic fool,” I hiss.He gasps, flickering like a dying ember. “She… she heard me.”I tighten my grip around him, squeezing until his form fractures into shards of light. “She wasn’t supposed to,” I snarl. “You weren’t supposed to break free.”He laughs. Weak. Broken. But defiant. “She’s stronger than you think.”I slam him against the inside of our skull, the cabin around us flickering as my rage bleeds into the physical world. Shadows crawl up the walls, pulsing with my heartbeat. “She is mine,” I growl. “My vessel. My key. My destiny.”Brad’s voice softens. “She’s my daughter.”I twist him tighter, savoring the crack in his light. “She is the One,” I whisper. “Born of dual flame. Born to open the door you died to protect.”He shudders. “I didn’t die to prot
By the time we finish talking through the prophecy, my head feels like it’s full of static. Everyone looks exhausted, even Mom, and she’s usually the last one to admit she needs sleep.Grace suggests we call it a night.Liam agrees.Emily yawns so hard she nearly falls off her chair.I nod, ready to collapse. But when I stand, my feet move on their own. Not toward my room. Toward Noah’s. I don’t even realize it until I’m already inside, sitting on the edge of his bed with the prophecy book open in my lap. The pages glow faintly in the dim light, like they’re whispering to me.Noah closes the door behind us, watching me with that soft, steady look he always has when he’s worried. “You’re spiraling again,” he says gently.“I’m not,” I lie. He raises a brow. I sigh. “Okay, maybe a little.”He walks over, sits beside me, and without a word, slides the book out of my hands. He sets it on the nightstand like it’s a dangerous weapon. Maybe it is. Then he pulls me into his arms. Warm. Safe. S
Brad, my little brother, shouldn’t be alive. He shouldn’t be standing in my cabin, breathing my air, looking at me with those same sharp eyes he had when we were kids, only darker now, hollowed out, wrong.He shouldn’t be here because I killed him. And because after I kil
The cabin door slams behind me, rattling the frame. My chest burns where Raven’s magic hit me, a raw, electric ache that refuses to fade. I grit my teeth and steady myself against the wall until the dizziness stops. Energy balls. From a girl who barely knows how to hold a spell. Unacceptabl
Emily’s emotions slam into me so hard I nearly drop the vial. Hope. Fear. Running.It’s all tangled together, sharp and bright and overwhelming. My breath catches, and the barn tilts for a second.Noah is at my side instantly. “Raven...hey...slow down. What’s
Raven doesn’t see it. She doesn’t see how fast she’s changing. How quickly her magic is waking up. How every spell she touches bends to her like it’s been waiting for her all along.But I see it. I feel it. And it scares the hell out of me. Not because she’s d







