LOGINEmily’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 happening?”
I grip the edge of the table, knuckles white. “She’s moving. She’s… she’s trying to get away.”
Grace’s eyes widen. “Th
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
The house is quiet. Too quiet. Everyone is gathered around the dining table, books spread everywhere like a paper explosion. But the only sound is the soft rustle of pages as I open the book I found in my room, the one Liam gave me a few days ago and I somehow forgot existed. The prophecy book. M
The festival is louder than I expected. Music. Laughter. Lights. Humans pretending the dark doesn’t exist. Jason stands beside me in the shadows behind the vendor tents, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd like a wolf waiting for a slip in the herd.“She’s here somewhere,” he mutters. “I can feel
The woods feel heavier tonight. Not dangerous. Not hostile. Just… waiting. Grace walks beside me, her hand brushing mine every few steps, grounding me the way she always has. The tracking spell glows faintly in the bowl I’m carrying, a soft pulse of light tugging us forward like a heartbeat. Delane
For the first time in days, I wake up without panic clawing at my chest. No nightmares. No visions. No Brad. Just warmth. Noah’s warmth. He’s still beside me, half‑asleep, hair a mess, one arm draped over my waist like he forgot to let go during the night. When I shift, he blinks awake, eyes soft a







