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 56Echoes of the PastFiona’s POVThe night before the anticipated assault was eerily quiet. The calm seemed almost out of place given the impending danger that loomed over us. I could hardly sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of what might happen and the responsibility that weighed heavily on my shoulders.Quinton had been working tirelessly to prepare our defenses, and while his determination was admirable, I could see the toll it was taking on him. We had spent hours going over every detail, every potential threat, and I knew that his concern for my safety was as great as mine for him.In the stillness of the night, I wandered through the house, seeking solace in its familiar surroundings. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls, and the silence was broken only by the occasional creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet.I found myself in the library, where the shelves were lined with ancient tomes and scrolls. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where I could los