Chapter 46Veils of DeceptionFiona’s POVThe endless night stretched before us, weighed down by the shadows of uncertainty and the ominous threats we faced. Despite our exhaustion, neither Quinton nor I could find respite. The encounter with the cloaked figure had left us on edge, and the cryptic message they delivered lingered in our minds.Quinton sat across from me, his gaze fixed on the table strewn with ancient texts and maps. The dim light of the lamp cast flickering shadows, adding to the atmosphere of unease. I watched him, noting the strain etched into his features. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that had become all too familiar.“Are you okay?” I asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.He looked up, his eyes tired but resolute. “I’m fine. Just trying to piece everything together. There’s something we’re missing, and I’m not sure what it is.”I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts of the mysterious figure and their warning. “It felt like they knew
Chapter 47Shadows of DesireQuinton’s POVThe silence between us was thick, a tangible weight that seemed to linger even as the night deepened. Fiona was beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body, but she was staring off into the distance, her thoughts miles away. I could sense her tension—it pulsed like a low hum in the air, mirroring the storm that brewed inside me.“You’re quiet,” I said, breaking the silence, my voice soft but with an edge of concern. “What’s on your mind?”She turned her gaze to me, her green eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. “Everything,” she replied, almost in a whisper. “This prophecy, the rituals, the power… It’s overwhelming. It feels like everything is spiraling out of control.”I nodded, understanding more than she probably realized. “I get it. But we’ve made progress, Fiona. We’re getting stronger. You’re getting stronger.”She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers as if she cou
Chapter 48Under the Moon's GazeQuinton's POVThe stillness in the air was unnerving. The figure that had been watching us had disappeared into the darkness, but the unease lingered. My instincts told me it wasn’t over. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning, that there were more eyes on us than we realized.Fiona was curled up next to me, her body tense despite the warmth of my arms around her. I could tell she was trying to stay calm, but I knew her too well. The fear was eating away at her, just like it was gnawing at me."Do you think they'll come back?" Fiona’s voice broke the silence. It was soft, almost hesitant, as if she didn’t want to voice the fear that we both shared.I ran my hand over her arm, trying to soothe her, though I wasn’t sure if it was working. "I don’t know. But we have to be ready for anything."She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “Ready? For what? We don’t even know what’s out there.”Her words hit harder than she probably m
Chapter 49Under the Threat of DarknessQuinton's POVThe moon hung high in the sky, casting pale light over the clearing as I paced back and forth. My wolf was restless, and I could feel its growl vibrating in my chest. There was something out there, watching, waiting. The smell of blood still clung to the air, even though we’d left the scene hours ago.Fiona was inside, sitting by the window with a distant look in her eyes. She hadn’t said much after I told her about what we found. I didn’t blame her—there was only so much anyone could take before the weight of everything became too much. The pressure was building. And it wasn’t just coming from the outside threats. It was the prophecy, her powers, my inability to protect her the way I should. It all felt like a noose tightening around us both.I stopped in my tracks when I heard footsteps behind me. Turning, I saw Cal approaching, his face grim. "Any news?" I asked.Cal shook his head. "Nothing new. The scouts are still searching,
Chapter 50Shadows of the PastQuinton’s POVThe night air had a bite to it, colder than usual for this time of year. My wolf was agitated, pacing beneath my skin as I walked through the woods, the sounds of the forest around me blending into a low hum. There had been no sign of the creature that had attacked Fiona, no clues left behind. It felt like we were chasing shadows, every lead slipping through our fingers. I needed space to think, to breathe. The constant pressure of protecting Fiona, keeping the pack together, and the unknown threat that loomed over us was starting to weigh me down. My wolf was anxious, on edge, and that unease was bleeding into everything I did.I came to a stop near a clearing, the moonlight casting long shadows across the ground. There was a stillness here that felt unnatural, as if the very air was holding its breath. My instincts flared, alerting me that something was wrong. I wasn’t alone.My muscles tensed as I turned slowly, scanning the trees. Ther
Chapter 51Whispers of PowerFiona’s POVThe moment Quinton walked back into the house, I could tell something was wrong. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched tightly as if he was fighting to keep something inside. His eyes, though, betrayed him—dark and troubled. He didn’t even bother to say anything as he walked past me and headed straight into the living room, dropping onto the couch with an exhausted sigh.I followed him, concerned. “Quinton, what happened?”He didn’t respond immediately, running a hand through his hair in frustration. I sat down next to him, gently placing a hand on his arm. He flinched at the touch but didn’t pull away.“Quinton?” I tried again, my voice softer this time. “Please. Talk to me.”He looked at me, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions—anger, fear, frustration, and something deeper. Something darker.“I met someone tonight,” he finally said, his voice rough. “Someone who claims to know about your power. About what’s coming.”My heart skipped a
Chapter 52The Awakening StormFiona’s POVThe morning air felt heavy, the weight of impending doom pressing down on me as I stood in the clearing once again. After what had happened the day before—the pulse of dark energy that had nearly ripped through the trees—I was even more wary of my power. But I had no choice now. Quinton was right; the Primordials were coming, and if I didn’t learn to control this power, we wouldn’t stand a chance.Quinton was already there, his posture calm and composed, but I could sense the tension behind his steady gaze. He was just as concerned as I was, though he did a better job of hiding it.“Ready?” he asked, his voice steady.I nodded, though I didn’t feel ready at all. I was terrified. My hands still tingled from the power that had surged through them yesterday, and the thought of tapping into it again made my stomach churn.“We’re going to take this slow today,” Quinton said, stepping closer. “I want you to start by feeling the power, but don’t try
Chapter 53Whispers of the UnknownFiona's POVThe air was still, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears. I hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning all night with the same recurring dream. Dark figures lingered at the edges of my consciousness, their red eyes piercing through the shadows, always watching, always waiting. Every time I thought I could see their faces, I’d wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing, breath ragged.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, staring out of the small window in my room. The sky was still gray, the sun struggling to break through the thick clouds that seemed to mirror the uncertainty brewing inside me. The morning was silent, too silent for my liking. It was the kind of quiet that came before something big—something that could change everything.There was a soft knock at the door, and before I could respond, Quinton stepped inside. His presence was grounding, as always, but I could see the same restlessness in his eyes that mirrored my own."You didn