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
Chapter 54Shadows of RevelationFiona's POVThe air in the room felt thicker with Darius's presence. His calm, almost smug demeanor set my teeth on edge. I stood beside Quinton, feeling the heat of his frustration radiating off him. Every fiber of my being wanted to lash out, demand answers, and force the truth out of Darius.Quinton’s grip on my hand tightened. "Enough with the games, Darius. We need to know what’s coming."Darius’s eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned back in his chair. "Very well. But I must warn you, the truth can be quite unsettling."I glanced at Quinton, his jaw set in determination. He nodded slightly, as if to say we had no choice but to hear Darius out. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself."What do you know about the Primordials?" I asked, my voice steady despite the churn of anxiety in my chest.Darius’s smile didn’t waver. "The Primordials are ancient beings, older than any recorded history. They were banished long ago, but their hunger fo
Chapter 55The Calm Before the StormFiona’s POVThe days following the ritual were a blur of exhaustion and uneasy anticipation. The power within me felt like a living entity, pulsing beneath my skin with a constant, restless energy. Every movement was tinged with the weight of what I had embraced, and I struggled to adapt to the new reality of being so intimately connected to the dark magic.Quinton was a constant presence, his concern never fading. He stayed close, helping me through the aftermath of the ritual, supporting me as I tried to regain my strength. Despite his efforts to keep me calm, the underlying tension between us was palpable. We both knew that the ritual had bought us some time but had not solved our problems.As I recovered, I spent hours training with Quinton. He was patient, guiding me through exercises designed to help me harness and control the power within me. The sessions were physically demanding and mentally draining, but they were necessary. I needed to b
Chapter 82A Dangerous GambleQuinton's POVAs we left the clearing, I could feel Fiona’s anguish radiating through every step she took. Her brother, Caleb, being alive was a twist none of us had anticipated, and it cut deeper than anything Lilith had thrown at us so far. But it wasn’t just that. The real wound was seeing him twisted, loyal to the very enemy we were trying to stop. I wanted to say something to comfort her, but I knew words wouldn’t help now. What Fiona needed was action—and answers.“Do you think he’s too far gone?” she asked quietly, barely above a whisper.I looked over at her, unsure of what to say. Caleb’s eyes had been empty—cold. I wasn’t sure what Lilith had done to him, but it felt like she’d stripped him of something vital, something human. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we’re going to find out.”We pushed through the underbrush, the night air thick with tension. I had to focus on the immediate problem: how to deal with Lilith’s growing power and Caleb’s in
Chapter 81Revelations UnveiledFiona's POVThe shock of seeing my brother standing beside Lilith sent my mind into a whirlwind of confusion. For years, I thought he was dead. Killed when we were children, lost to a tragedy I could barely remember. But there he was, his eyes gleaming with that same dangerous light I’d seen in my own reflection recently.My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. It was as though all the air had been sucked from my lungs. "Caleb?" I whispered, taking a cautious step forward.He didn’t respond, his gaze cold and emotionless, like a stranger wearing my brother’s face. The Caleb I remembered had a kindness in his eyes, a warmth. This man... was different. Darker. I couldn’t feel any of the sibling bond we’d once shared. Instead, I felt the same oppressive energy I’d always sensed from Lilith—only now, it was doubled."Surprised to see him?" Lilith’s voice was like silk, dripping with malice. "He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Chapter 80A Dark RevelationFiona's POVThe darkness that swallowed the cave was absolute, suffocating. I couldn’t see Quinton or even hear him. Panic began to bubble up inside me, making my chest feel tight. My heart pounded wildly, each beat echoing in my ears. I reached out, blindly, desperate to find him.“Quinton!” My voice cracked in the overwhelming silence.No response.My pulse quickened as I realized how alone I felt in this void, but I couldn’t afford to lose myself to fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to focus. I could still sense Quinton’s presence somewhere near me—his energy, that raw and protective aura, flickering through the dark. It was faint but there. I had to find him."Fiona..."His voice, strained and faint, came from somewhere close but distant, like he was calling from deep underwater. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived.Lilith was still out there.My fists clenched, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm the wild thrum of magic bene
Chapter 79In The ShadowsFiona's POVThe cave’s air was thick with tension, as if the forest outside held its breath, waiting. I knelt beside Quinton, trying to stem the bleeding from his wounds. His skin was pale, far too pale, and his breaths were shallow. My heart clenched as I worked, pressing torn pieces of my shirt to his chest, wishing I knew more about healing."You’ll be okay," I whispered, though my voice trembled. I had to keep it together. For him.Quinton’s eyes fluttered open, glazed with pain but still sharp with concern. "We don’t have time to stay here long.""Shh. Just rest," I insisted, but even as I said it, I knew he was right. That stranger wasn’t done with us, not by a long shot. The fight was far from over, and the way the stranger had looked at me, like I was some kind of... weapon, sent a chill down my spine.I glanced toward the cave entrance, half-expecting to see a shadow creeping toward us. The night outside was pitch black, and though we had some time t
Chapter 78The Edge of ControlQuinton's POVPain shot through my body as the stranger’s hand pressed down harder on my chest, pinning me to the ground. I growled, baring my teeth, but it was no use. Whoever this new threat was, they were stronger than anyone I’d ever faced. Fiona’s scream rang in my ears, but I couldn’t focus on her right now. I had to break free, had to fight. But the stranger’s strength was overwhelming, their eyes cold and calculating as they gazed down at me, almost amused by my struggle.“You really thought you could protect her?” the stranger taunted, their voice dripping with mockery. “You don’t even know what she’s capable of.”My muscles burned with the effort as I tried to push them off, but they didn’t budge. I could feel their claws digging into my skin, sharp and unforgiving, and I knew if I didn’t act soon, they’d tear me apart. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fiona standing there, her hands raised, her eyes glowing with that strange, uncontrollabl
Chapter 77Tangled FatesFiona's POVThe air crackled with lingering energy as I collapsed into Quinton’s embrace, the force of the power I’d just unleashed still thrumming through my veins. My head swirled, a strange combination of exhaustion and exhilaration. The stones in the clearing had responded to me in a way I hadn’t expected—like they had been waiting for me, for this moment. “What just happened?” I whispered, trying to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded. Quinton held me tightly, his heartbeat slowing as we stood in the eerie silence that followed the blast. The forest around us was still, as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.“I don’t know,” he admitted, his breath warm against my ear. “But whatever you did… it worked.”I looked up at him, my eyes searching his for any reassurance. “This power—I didn’t even know I had it. It’s like… it’s like it’s growing, and I don’t understand it.”Quinton’s gaze softened, his hand cuppin
Chapter 76Echoes of DeceptionFiona’s POVThe clearing was silent, save for the rapid beating of my heart. My breath came in shallow gasps as I watched Gabriel vanish into the shadows, leaving Quinton and me standing over Victor’s barely conscious form. Quinton looked at me, concern etched into his face, but there was something deeper, something unspoken between us. He wanted to protect me, to shield me from all this danger, but he knew just as I did—there was no turning back now. We were in this together, for better or for worse.“Are you okay?” His voice was strained, as if speaking the words took effort.I nodded, still catching my breath. “I’m fine. Are you?”He grunted in response, clearly hurting from the brawl, but he wouldn’t let it show. Quinton’s strength was both his greatest weapon and his biggest weakness. He carried the weight of every battle, every danger we faced as if it was his sole responsibility. And now, standing in the aftermath of another close call, I could s
Chapter 75Shadow of BetrayalQuinton’s POVThe moment Gabriel led us deeper into the woods, I felt the tension in my chest rise. Something wasn’t right. Everything about this situation screamed danger, but Fiona and I had no other choice. Lukas had the upper hand, and this was our best chance of stopping him. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Gabriel was leading us into a trap.“Stay close,” I whispered to Fiona, my hand resting protectively on her lower back. She nodded, her eyes sharp and focused, but I could feel the nervous energy radiating off her.Gabriel walked ahead of us, moving with a fluid grace that unnerved me. He was too calm, too collected. The forest was still eerily quiet, and it felt like the trees themselves were watching us, waiting to see what would unfold.I didn’t trust him. Not for a second.“Are you sure about this?” Fiona whispered, her voice barely audible.I hesitated before answering. “No. But we don’t have much of a choice, do we?”Her eyes flicke
Chapter 74The Edge of DarknessFiona’s POVGabriel's words hung heavy in the air, lingering like a dark cloud over Quinton and me as we stood in the clearing. The forest was quiet now, unnaturally so, as if it was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. I felt my chest tighten with the weight of everything. Who was this Gabriel? Could we trust him? Every part of me screamed no, but what choice did we have?Quinton's body was tense beside me, his wolf instincts on full alert. I could feel his need to protect me radiating off him, but I also knew that something about Gabriel intrigued him. Maybe it was the chance to gain an advantage over Lukas and Lucian, or maybe it was the desperation we both felt as we realized we were being hunted."Why now?" I asked, my voice cutting through the thick silence. "Why reveal yourself to us now, Gabriel?"Gabriel's eyes flickered toward me, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something—pain, or maybe regret. But it vanished as