LOGINThe next few days were a blur.
We kept burying our dead. We kept fixing the walls. We kept training until we were too tired to move. Every night I fell asleep in Damons arms. I tried not to think about the thing growing inside my chest. It felt like a darker heartbeat. It started small. I felt a spot behind my ribs. A quiet chill that wouldn't go away. Damon held me close. It didn't help. Then it spread. Little tendrils of darkness made my wolf restless. She. Growled, even when there was no threat around us. Sometimes I stared at nothing. I got lost in memories that didn't feel like mine. I remembered fire. My moms voice. My dad casting a spell with his breath. I didn't tell Damon how bad it was getting. Not at first. He knew. Our bond told him. One night after a day of training we lay in bed. The room was dark except for the moonlight. Damons arm was around me. His chest was pressed to my back. His breath was warm against my neck. His hand rested on my stomach. He moved his thumb in circles. He was trying to calm whatever was stirring inside me. "You are hurting " he whispered. It wasn't a question. I swallowed. "It is not that bad " I said. His hand stopped moving. "Don't lie to me, Isla " he said. "Not about this." I turned to face him. In the light his eyes looked almost black. They looked tired. They looked worried. They were full of love. It made my chest ache worse than the seed. "It feels like something is growing " I admitted. "It is not like the wolf " I said. "This is colder. It is slippery " I said. "Sometimes I hear whispers " I said. "Not voices " I said. "Just feelings " I said. "It wants me to be angry " I said. "It wants me to stop caring about the pack " I said. Damons jaw tightened. He pulled me close. Our foreheads touched. "I can feel it too " he said. "It is like a shadow " he said. "It is trying to push between us " he said. "Every time it gets stronger I feel you pulling away " he said. "Not because you want to " he said. "Because it is making you " he said. I closed my eyes. I was scared. "I know " he said. "I am scared too " he said. "But you are not fighting it alone " he said. "I am here " he said. "Every step " he said. "Every breath " he said. "I am not letting that thing win " he said. He kissed me then. It was slow and deep. It was full of everything he couldn't say. His hands moved over me. He was trying to memorize every curve. He was trying to memorize every scar. Every place that still hurt. I kissed him back. I poured my fear and love into every touch. We made love that night. It might have been the time. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate. It was honest. Our skin was against each other. Our heartbeats were against each other. His mouth was on my neck. My fingers were in his hair. Our bond was wide open. There were no secrets. When we finally fell apart he held me tight. "I love you " he whispered. "No matter what happens " he said. "Even if that thing tries to change you " he said. "You are still my mate " he said. "You are still the woman who survived " he said. "I love every part of you " he said. Tears fell down my cheeks. I was tired of crying. I couldn't stop. "I love you too " I whispered back. " The parts of me that feel broken " I said. We fell asleep. We were tangled together. His leg was over mine. My face was pressed to his chest. Our bond hummed between us. It was like a shield against the darkness. The morning the seed made itself known. I was in the training yard. I was with warriors. I was showing them how to channel light. The cold spiked. My vision blurred. For a second I saw fire. I heard my mom screaming. I dropped to one knee. I gasped. Rafe was beside me. "Isla? What's wrong?" he asked. "I am fine " I lied. My voice sounded wrong. It sounded sharp. It sounded cold. Damon appeared. He took one look at my face. He pulled me away. He guided me to the edge of the yard. "It is getting worse " he said. I nodded. "It showed me my parents " I said. "It felt real " I said. "Like I was there " I said. His jaw clenched. "We need to do something " he said. "Mara said there might be texts " he said. "Something about binding magic " he said. "Maybe we can find a way to weaken it " he said. I looked up at him. "What if we can't?" I asked. "What if it keeps growing?" I asked. Damon cupped my face. His thumbs brushed my cheeks. They were gentle. "Then I will love whatever is left " he said. "I will fight the rest " he said. "I am not losing you, Isla " he said. "Not to some shadow " he said. "Not to anything " he said. I leaned into his touch. For a moment the cold went away. It was pushed back by our bond. It was pushed back by his eyes. We spent the day in the archives. We were with Mara. We looked at books. We looked at scrolls. There were spells written in languages I didn't understand. Mara explained what she could. Even she looked worried. "The seed is a fragment " she said. "It is a piece of the darkness " she said. "It wants control " she said. "But you are stronger " she said. "Your bond with your mate helps " she said. "Love is a kind of magic " she said. That night, Damon and I lay in bed. He didn't just hold me. He talked. He told me stories. He told me about when he was younger. He used to bully me. He was scared of how much he felt. He regretted every word. Becoming Alpha made him harder. It made him colder. Until our bond snapped. It cracked everything "I don't deserve you " he said. "I am going to spend my life trying to " he said. I kissed him softly. "You already are " I said. The seed stirred again. I woke up with a burning chest. Shadows whispered in my mind. Damon woke up with me. He didn't ask questions. He just pulled me on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me. He held me until the darkness went away. We stayed like that. We were skin to skin. We were heart to heart. The war was still coming. The seed was still growing. Something else was growing too. Something stronger, than fear. Something that might save us.The days after the ritual felt really normal which was almost worse than all the things that happened.I woke up every morning with Damons arm around me his breath warm on the back of my neck and for a seconds everything felt okay. The bad thing inside me was still there a little knot behind my ribs but it was quieter now. Weaker. It did not. Give me bad dreams every night. It just waited. It whispered to me when I was tired or angry or alone. It said mean things that sounded like my thoughts.They are watching you. Waiting for you to make a mistake.Damon says he loves you. He will see the bad person you can be eventually.I tried to ignore it every time. I focused on Damons heartbeat. On the way his fingers touched my skin when he thought I was asleep. On the connection between us that felt stronger since the ritual like our love had made some of the bad things go away.The bad thing inside me was patient.The fighting outside our walls was not.We spent the week getting ready. We t
The decision to do the ritual happened fast. We could not wait anymore. The seed was getting worse. It did not wait for me to be tired or distracted. It spoke to me during the day in the middle of conversations while I was eating while I was training. Sometimes it was a cold feeling. Sometimes it was a voice that sounded like mine saying things I did not want to think about. They are all waiting for you to fail. Damon says he loves you. He will leave when you become something he can not control. Why fight for people who never fought for you?I started waking up in the middle of the night with my hands around my throat like I was trying to stop the whispers from coming out. Damon would wake up with me every time pulling my hands away gently holding me until the shaking stopped. He never got angry. He never looked at me like I was broken. He just held me. Whispered that he was there that I was still me that we would beat this.. I could see the fear in his eyes when he thought I was not
The seed was taking over.I could feel the seed every second now like a second heartbeat that beat just a little out of rhythm with my own heartbeat. The seed did not shout at me anymore. The seed whispered to me. Constantly. The seed made suggestions that sounded almost like my own thoughts. The seed told me that the people around me do not really trust me. The seed said that they are waiting for me to fail. The seed asked me why I fight hard for people who spent years wishing I was dead.I started avoiding the people around me.During training I kept to the edges working alone or only with Damon. In the hall I sat quietly eating fast and leaving early. Even Lilas worried glances started to feel too heavy for me. I smiled at Lila when I could. The smiles felt fake to me stretched too thin.Damon noticed everything that was happening to me.He did not push me at first. He just stayed close to me. His hand was on my back when we walked. His arm was around me at night. He gave me kisses
The seed did not give me any peace. It followed me everywhere now. During training the seed was there. While I was eating the seed was there. In the quiet moments when I tried to steal a few seconds alone the seed was there. It was always there like a pulse under my own heartbeat, cold and patient and whispering things I did not want to hear.I started avoiding mirrors because every time I caught my reflection my eyes looked a little darker. Not the warm brown I was used to. Something sharper something hungrier. I told myself it was exhaustion. The pack was still. We were training harder than ever. Sleep was rare and broken.. Deep down I knew it was not just that. The seed was changing me. I could feel it.One evening I was alone in the clearing behind the pack house trying to meditate like Mara had suggested. The air was cool. The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks. I sat cross-legged on the grass. Closed my eyes focusing on my breathing. In, ou
The next few days were a blur.We kept burying our dead. We kept fixing the walls. We kept training until we were too tired to move.Every night I fell asleep in Damons arms. I tried not to think about the thing growing inside my chest.It felt like a darker heartbeat.It started small.I felt a spot behind my ribs. A quiet chill that wouldn't go away.Damon held me close. It didn't help.Then it spread.Little tendrils of darkness made my wolf restless.She. Growled, even when there was no threat around us.Sometimes I stared at nothing.I got lost in memories that didn't feel like mine.I remembered fire. My moms voice.My dad casting a spell with his breath.I didn't tell Damon how bad it was getting.Not at first.He knew.Our bond told him.One night after a day of training we lay in bed.The room was dark except for the moonlight.Damons arm was around me.His chest was pressed to my back.His breath was warm against my neck.His hand rested on my stomach.He moved his thumb in
The next few days were a blur.We kept burying our dead. We kept fixing the walls. We kept training until we were too tired to move.Every night I fell asleep in Damons arms. I tried not to think about the thing growing inside my chest.It felt like a darker heartbeat.It started small.I felt a spot behind my ribs. A quiet chill that wouldn't go away.Damon held me close. It didn't help.Then it spread.Little tendrils of darkness made my wolf restless.She. Growled, even when there was no threat around us.Sometimes I stared at nothing.I got lost in memories that didn't feel like mine.I remembered fire. My moms voice.My dad casting a spell with his breath.I didn't tell Damon how bad it was getting.Not at first.He knew.Our bond told him.One night after a day of training we lay in bed.The room was dark except for the moonlight.Damons arm was around me.His chest was pressed to my back.His breath was warm against my neck.His hand rested on my stomach.He moved his thumb in
The next morning started normal enough. Too normal, maybe. That’s how bad things always sneak up—when everything feels almost okay for once.I woke up tangled in Damon’s sheets again. His side of the bed was empty but still warm. I could hear him in the room talking in a low voice to someone—probab
The whispers did not stay quiet for long.By the middle of the day the pack house was filled with people talking about me. Every time I walked by people would look at me. They would glance at me when they thought I was not looking. They would stare at me when they thought I was looking. The peopl
I woke up way before the sun came up. The room was still really dark no moonlight, a weird gray light coming through the curtains. It was like this light was too afraid to be. Damon was sleeping next to me lying on his back one arm thrown out like he owned the bed. His chest was going up and down s
The yard felt all of a sudden. It was like the fences were closing in on us Damon and me. Damon let go of me. His arms just dropped to his sides. It looked like it hurt him to stop touching me. His hands were shaking a little like he did not know what to do with them if they were not on me.I took







