Chapter 35Shadows Of The PastQuinton's POV As I stood over Fiona, the weight of the bond thick in the air, I could feel something pulling—dragging us deeper into a space I didn’t recognize. My wolf stirred, agitated and restless. The connection between Fiona and me had always been powerful, but what I was facing now was different, darker. This wasn’t just about saving her. It was about something larger, something ancient that had been awoken by the darkness.I clenched my fists, trying to ground myself as the sensation of burning coursed through my veins. My father’s voice echoed in my mind, instructing me to hold the bond and pull out the poison. But it wasn’t just poison. It was a curse.The darkness inside Fiona wasn’t simply from the bite of that creature. It was tied to something else. The moment I tapped into her essence, I saw fragments of her memories—ones she didn’t know I was seeing. Dark flashes of a time long ago, of blood and pain, of a pact made in desperation. I cou
Chapter 35The ConsequencesQuinton’s POVThe moment Fiona stepped forward, my heart sank. I didn’t know what she was choosing, but whatever it was, it felt like the ground had just dropped from beneath us. The air around us grew thick, charged with something dark and ancient, like the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable.The woman—this strange figure who’d appeared out of nowhere—nodded in approval, her lips curling into a smile that chilled me to my core.“You’ve made the right choice,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with something predatory. “Now we can begin.”“Begin what?” I growled, stepping closer to Fiona, my hand brushing her arm as if touching her could tether her to reality, to me. “What the hell did she choose?”The woman’s eyes gleamed in the moonlight as she glanced between Fiona and me. “That is not for you to know, Quinton. Not yet. This is a journey Fiona must take on her own.”Fiona flinched at the woman’s words, and I could feel th
Chapter 36Descent into DarknessFiona’s POVThe world felt distant as my vision blurred. I wasn’t fully conscious of what was happening, but the thick tension in the air was impossible to ignore. Quinton’s voice called out to me from the edge of consciousness, his touch anchoring me, but the more I tried to respond, the further I felt from reality. I was stuck in the space between waking and a nightmare, tethered to something that refused to let me go.I could feel it—the darkness inside of me. It pulsed, alive and sinister, feeding off something deeper within my blood. It was as though it had always been there, lying dormant, just waiting for the right moment to rise. The idea of a prophecy tied to my family made no sense, but the truth was undeniable now. There were secrets buried in my bloodline that I never even imagined.The pain in my chest was sharp, spreading outward as if something was clawing its way through my veins. It wasn’t just the wound from the attack—it was more, so
Chapter 37Shadows Of DestinyFiona’s POVThe room was a chaotic mess of shadows and shifting light. The aftermath of the battle had left its mark—furniture was overturned, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and fear. My heart raced as I tried to grasp the enormity of what had just happened. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and dread. I had unleashed a power I didn’t understand, and now I was left trying to piece together the fragments of reality that had shattered around me.Quinton’s father stood in the middle of the room, his expression cold and unreadable. Quinton, still in his human form, was pacing back and forth, his face a mask of worry and frustration. I felt the weight of their eyes on me, the silent question of what came next pressing heavily on my shoulders.I could still feel the residual dark energy coursing through me, a subtle reminder of the power I had tapped into. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. It had been a reflex, a desper
Chapter 38In The Shadow Of The ProphecyQuinton’s POVThe weight of the recent events pressed heavily on me. Fiona was struggling to come to terms with her newfound power, and every day felt like a race against time. The darkness that had been unleashed within her was something we had to confront, and the threat of the creatures that hunted us loomed ever closer.The study had become our command center. Fiona, with her newfound determination, was diving deep into the ancient texts, while her father and I worked on fortifying the house. Protective wards and enchantments were being laid down, but it felt like a temporary solution to a much larger problem.I watched Fiona from across the room as she pored over the manuscripts. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her eyes scanning the pages with an intensity that I admired and worried about in equal measure. She was stepping into a role she never asked for, and I could see the strain it was putting on her.“How’s it going?” I asked,
Chapter 39Shadows at DawnQuinton’s POVThe days seemed to blur together in a haze of preparation and tension. The rituals had become a regular part of our lives, each one bringing Fiona closer to understanding and controlling her power. The study was littered with ancient texts, magical artifacts, and protective charms, a testament to the gravity of our situation.As the first light of dawn crept through the windows, I could see Fiona’s silhouette hunched over one of the manuscripts. She had been working tirelessly, her determination unwavering. I admired her strength but couldn’t ignore the toll it was taking on her.I approached her quietly, careful not to startle her. “How’s it going?”She looked up, her eyes tired but resolute. “I’m making progress, but it’s slow. The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know.”I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing great. We’re all in this together.”She gave me a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks, Quinton. I ju
Chapter 40The Burden of KnowledgeFiona’s POVThe night had left its mark on me. The encounter with the creature had been a harsh reminder of the dangers we faced and the responsibilities now resting on my shoulders. The house, which had been a sanctuary, now felt like a battleground, each corner a reminder of the looming threat.As dawn broke, I found myself in the study, surrounded by open books and scattered notes. The ancient texts were heavy with secrets and warnings, their pages filled with prophecies and spells that seemed as tangled and complex as the situation we were in. My father’s voice echoed in my mind: “The power inside you is crucial. It’s the key to understanding and confronting what’s to come.”I felt the weight of his words more acutely than ever. The prophecy and the dark forces hunting us were intertwined, and my role in this epic struggle was becoming clearer with each passing day. But clarity brought with it an overwhelming sense of responsibility and fear. The
Chapter 41Echoes of the PastFiona’s POVThe morning after retrieving the Celestial Medallion was filled with a tense anticipation. The artifact had been carefully stored in a secure location, and now the focus was on understanding its true power and implications. The discovery felt like a turning point, yet the challenges ahead loomed large in my mind.The house was abuzz with activity as we prepared to delve deeper into the medallion’s secrets. Quinton and his father were examining the artifact under a magnifying glass, their conversation punctuated by occasional notes and exclamations. I, on the other hand, was immersed in the ancient texts that had been my constant companions, hoping they might offer further insights.The texts were dense with arcane symbols and complex language, but I was determined to find any clues that could help us understand the medallion's power. My fingers traced over the words, searching for anything that might give us an edge against the forces that wer