Author name: Hauda.A

POV: Rory Three days after the funeral that wasn’t, I woke to the bond blazing to life. Not the faint […]

POV: Rory Dawn came grey and cold. Fitting for a funeral. For saying goodbye to someone who’d survived three hundred

POV: Rory His heartbeat stopped. I felt it through the bond. The exact moment. The silence where rhythm should be.

POV: Rory Zora came for us three days after Celestia’s confession. Alone. No pack warriors. No backup. Just the ancient

POV: Rory Dr. Celestia sat at Fen’s table surrounded by files. Decades worth. Stuffed folders and loose papers and what

POV: Rory I caught my reflection in the cabin’s old mirror the morning after the fire. And stopped. Stared. Barely

POV: Rory The smoke woke me. Thick. Acrid. Wrong. Not forest fire. Not natural. This was— “My cottage,” I gasped.

POV: Rory We were covered in blood. Dirt. Sweat. Battle residue clinging to us like proof of survival. The other

POV: Rory The next day, Zora’s hunters surrounded the forest. I woke to Fen’s tension. He was standing at the

POV: Rory The blood moon rose three weeks after the purging ritual. Rare. Powerful. Happening maybe once a decade. Amplifying