Chapter 8: The Bond Deepens
POV: Rory Two days before the pack arrived, the bond shifted. I felt it the moment I woke. Fen’s emotions […]
POV: Rory Two days before the pack arrived, the bond shifted. I felt it the moment I woke. Fen’s emotions […]
POV: Rory The dreams changed after my first shift. Before, they’d been fragmented. Confusing. Running through forests with no context.
POV: Rory I told Morgana everything. She listened from her position surrounded by books—mythology texts, folklore collections, paranormal research. Her
POV: Fen I’d been watching her for twenty-six years. Since the night she was born. Since her mother’s dying screams
POV: Rory The pull started three days into staying at Morgana’s. Subtle at first. A nagging feeling I’d forgotten something.
POV: Rory I woke to the smell of copper and earth. Wrong. Everything was wrong. My sheets were dark. Wet.
POV: Rory Morning light revealed what darkness had hidden. I stepped onto my porch with coffee I couldn’t drink and
POV: Rory I woke to sunlight streaming through white curtains and pain screaming across my ribcage. The kind of pain
I thought I was being hunted.I was being claimed. Claw marks appear on my skin every morning.Blood stains my sheets
POV: NOVAFive Years Later “Mama! Papa! Uncle Viktor says if I win the race, he owes me five gold coins!”