LOGINAya's POV"He is alive," I repeated firmly. Dad exchanged a look with Mom. Something passed silently between them. Then Mom sighed. "We still cannot move immediately."I opened my mouth and that's when she pointed at me so I immediately closed it. Well, partly."The forest remains unstable." She walked toward the window. "The search teams disappeared within minutes."My anger deflated slightly, because that was the problem. Not unwillingness. Fear. And it was legitimate fear. The forest was unpredictable now more than it ever was. Sending more people blindly inside might simply create more victims. I hated that she was right. Absolutely despised it, actually. And this could've been prevented if mom didn't send some troops there but she might've known I would insist to go check so she tried to put matters in her hand instead.Mom turned back toward us. "The faery council has spent the last two days trying to stabilize entrance routes."Hope flared again deep within me. "Have they succe
Aya's POV As of now though, my head slowly settled back against my mate's shoulder as the sunlight had shifted now. Golden afternoon light spilled through the windows as the quiet filled the room again. It was all so comfortable, safe and too peaceful.A week ago I hadn't known if I would even survive. A week ago Johanis thought he might lose me. A week ago everything had been falling apart.Now—I was alive.And somewhere out there, maybe…Just a tad bit maybe.Eros was still breathing. Hope hurt..It really did.Because hope meant risking disappointment. Hope meant believing in something uncertain. Hope meant opening yourself to heartbreak.But despite that, I couldn't stop. Wouldn't even dare to stop.Not where the one closest thing I had to a brother was concerned.My eyes drifted shut again. Johanis's fingers threaded through my hair.For the first time in days, exhaustion didn't feel overwhelming. It felt natural. The kind that came after surviving.After grieving.After finall
Aya's POV Two days.Only two days.Forty-eight hours.Forty-eight hours since the corruption had been ripped out of me.Forty-eight hours since Mom nearly died.And apparently every single person in the palace had collectively decided that I was no longer a princess.I was a patient.A very heavily monitored patient. A patient who was not allowed to leave her room alone. A patient who apparently required healers checking her every few hours.A patient who definitely, absolutely, under no circumstances whatsoever, was not allowed anywhere near the forest for the meantime.Honestly?Rude.I stared at the ceiling.Then at the curtains. Then at the freaking bookshelf. Then at the window and then back at the ceiling.The room was beautiful. It was large, comfortable and filled with sunlight. It even has flowers and enough luxury to make most people cry.I was still bored to death though and worried af for my freaking cousin."Aya."I immediately looked innocent. Johanis didn't even glance
Aya's POVMom looked at me for a very long time.The kind of look mothers gave when they were trying to decide whether to support you or lock you in a room for your own safety.Unfortunately for her, I was almost twenty-one years old and had even already survived corruption. Good luck with that.The silence stretched.And stretched.And stretched.Until finally—She sighed."Oh, thank the Goddess," Dad muttered under his breath. Mom shot him a look. Dad immediately looked fascinated by a broken pillar. Pfft..My mother turned back toward me. "We are not charging blindly into an unstable forest."I opened my mouth, but the moment she pointed at me, I closed it. Barely."We are not rushing in emotionally."I opened my mouth again. Her finger remained pointed so what else should I do but close it again but with significantly more effort."We are not risking more lives without a plan."That one was harder to argue with, because unfortunately… She was right. Whether I like it or not.The f
Aya's POVNobody dared to move, not even a little. The words hung in the air like a challenge. "I'm not asking permission."Honestly? The second I said it, I knew it was a terrible idea. A spectacularly terrible idea..Because my mother was no longer looking at me as my mother. She was looking at me as the Fairy Queen. And apparently I had just challenged the Fairy Queen in front of half the palace.Wonderful.Absolutely wonderful. Dad looked like he was reconsidering every life choice that had led to this exact moment."Aya," he said carefully. I looked at him immediately. "Dad, please."His mouth snapped shut. Johanis made a strangled sound behind me, he was internally debating with Sora of what course of action to do next. And even the healers looked deeply invested in the floor.Cowards.Every single one of them..Mom remained perfectly still. "Ayreil."That was worse.Way worse…Nobody used my full name unless I was either about to get a lecture or accidentally start an internati
Aya's POVYeah.I figured that much already considering he literally traded places with corruption roots like some suicidal forest prince.I inwardly rolled my eyes. “What is he?”Mom hesitated for a little bit, she took a huge breath and then, “He was born from the forest.”I blinked once with what she just said. “What?”Dad’s expression darkened sharply. Johanis went completely still behind me. Mom’s gaze never left mine.“The forest was possessed by the corruption, right?” she whispered. “..but the forest predicted it earlier. That's why, long before you were born… it created guardians.”My heartbeat slowed painfully. What??And then my gut twisted in this awkward loop as memories flashed violently through my head. The silver wind of Eros. The forest sometimes listening to him for a split second whenever the corruption is distracted. Roots literally obeying him, accepting the swap.That smile.‘I could take your place…’Cold realization flooded my entire body.“He let me go,” I wh
Aya's POV I want to cover for my mate.I want to say something—anything—that will redirect Elder Odin’s attention away from Johanis, away from the impossible blue fire, away from the truth sitting in my chest like a live wire.But I don’t know what on earth my response is supposed to be. So I just
Aya’s POVThe buzzer signaling the end of the period still echoed faintly in my ears as the players skated toward their benches.Hillia — 1Woodhill — 1Tie.One final period left.The arena lights felt brighter somehow, reflecting sharply off the ice as the teams gathered around their coaches. I w
Aya’s POVThe puck hit the ice with a sharp crack. For a split second, everything happened at once.Ryan lunged forward the moment the puck touched the rink, his stick slicing through the air as he tried to pull it toward Woodhill’s side. Hillia’s center reacted just as quickly, their sticks clashi
Aya's POVThe word overtime echoed in my head like a warning bell. Three full periods of relentless hockey had pushed both teams to their limits.And now—They had to keep going.Beside me, Lily leaned forward, staring at the scoreboard as if it had personally betrayed her.“Overtime,” she muttere







