Sorry for skipping a day! I was stuck in a 24 hour electricity outage (those who've read my older books, know I'm prone to those!) So I'll be uploading two chapters today as a way of saying sorry <3
RuinThe moment we burst through the doors of the pack house, a bitter sense of dread wraps around me like a shroud. The silence is wrong, the air too still. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat signaling bad news.“Chloe Jane!” I call out, my voice echoing through the empty halls, met only by silence. My worst fears start to take shape, each unchecked room amplifying the panic clawing at my insides.The guards, our warriors, lie as scattered, motionless figures that paint a grim picture of what occurred here. Each lifeless form serves as evidence of an unseen struggle, conveying the message that we were too slow. That we’re too late.“Where the fuck is Caleb?” I hear Ryker growling as we check every room, but something propels me toward the wine cellar. My feet move of their own accord, leading me towards it with a single-minded focus.When I crash through the door, the sight that greets me sends my blood boiling. Caleb. He’s there, slumped against the wall with a st
Chloe JaneI sit up in bed with a smile on my face, excitement coursing through my veins. I did it! An idea popped into my head about visiting Deacon in his dreams, and it just worked! I have no idea how I did it, but just focusing on getting to Deacon helped!“Thank you, Halo,” I whisper into the dimness, acknowledging the pivotal role my familiar has played in all this. “For everything. For guiding me, for giving me the tips on how to reach out to him.”/“It was all you, Chloe Jane. You’re stronger than you realize,”/ Halo responds, her voice a comforting presence in my mind.Encouraged by my success, a new plan begins to take shape. If I could reach Deacon in his dreams, maybe there’s more I can do with Halo’s help. I focus, calling on Halo’s sight once again, and turn my attention to Leianna, curious to see if I can establish a similar connection.To my astonishment, I find Leianna awake, sitting up, her hands moving through the air as if she’s handling something delicate, somethi
Ruin I wake up with a start, my body slick from sweat as I try to grasp what Chloe Jane just told me. A smile splits across my face as I realize that she’s literally just given me more than what we have before. She’s given me a fucking location. /“Ryker, are you up?”/ I ask over the mind link as I throw on a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. /“Chloe Jane contacted me again. She has a location.”/ /“I’m in the office,”/ he answers, and I don’t even find it weird that he’s still up. According to Blight, he’s only been like this since we returned here. I have a feeling it’s about his supposed mate, but I won’t ask him. I make my way out of the bedroom to his office and see him pouring two glasses of bourbon. He doesn’t look up as she hands me a glass, either. “So, tell me,” he says. I take a sip of the bourbon, savoring the burn as it goes down before I start. “She’s not being held in a cellar, she’s in some sort of attic; so a building with multiple floors. There’s also an open fie
Chloe JaneI can barely keep track of the days, but according to the scant meals we’ve received, it’s been two. Two days since I spun Ivan a tale about changing his fate, and two days since I last reached out to Deacon, hoping against hope that he’d find us. Sometimes Leianna visits me in my dreamscape, but I can see her hope starting to fade. But something tells me she’s used to the bleakness of life, I can see it with the way her eyes have dimmed. She doesn’t think we’re getting out of here.I want to ask her about her life back home, but I doubt she’d tell me. She grew up in a cult and was worshiped like some Goddess. I can’t possibly imagine what she’s been through, so I won’t pry.My sight has been returning more and for longer periods than before, but that immediately changes when Ivan suddenly bursts into the attic, his presence like a dark cloud billowing through the cramped space. My normal vision fades and Halo’s negative one takes its place.Without a word, he grabs me, h
RuinThe moment Chloe Jane’s knees buckle, everything else fades into irrelevance. I surge forward, my only thought is to catch her before she hits the ground. As my arms wrap around her, a feeling of rightness settles over me, despite the chaos. She’s light in my embrace, too light, and it makes me want to rip that fucker’s heart out again.“I got you, dove,” I whisper, lifting her with ease. The warmth of her against me, something I’ve been aching for since the moment we were torn apart, floods me with relief.Finding this damned place took everything we had. Every lead felt like a dead end, every clue a frustrating riddle. But the moment I caught her peach scent, I knew we were close. With Chloe Jane secure in my arms, I reach out over the mind link to Ryker. /“Ivan is dead. Chloe Jane is safe,”/ I send, the words stark in their simplicity. There’s a beat of silence before Ryker responds, a rush of relief palpable even through the mind link./“Good work. I’ll handle the other fat
Chloe JaneWaking up to the morning light filtering through the curtains is still a novelty I can’t quite get used to. For so long, my world was cloaked in perpetual darkness, and now, each morning is a miracle, a gift that I’m afraid to believe is truly mine. The sight lasts for hours now, painting my world in vibrant colors and shapes, but a part of me remains cautious, reluctant to think it’s back for good.As I sit up in bed, stretching my arms above my head, I turn to find Deacon watching me, a soft smile on his face. “Morning,” I say, still marveling at the fact that I can see his expression, the warmth in his eyes.“Morning, dove,” he replies, his voice laced with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. “How’s the view today?”“Still here,” I answer with a cautious optimism, swinging my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. “I’m scared to get used to it, to be honest. What if it doesn’t last?”Deacon stands, coming over to wrap his arms around me from behind, resting his
Leianna I’m sitting in the living room, a book resting unused in my lap. I've been here for a few days and despite the warmth and safety of the pack house, a cold thread of isolation weaves through me. Being deaf in a world so reliant on sound is like living in a bubble, one that’s hard and transparent but isolates you just the same. I’ve learned to read lips, to observe body language and facial expressions, to grasp at the fringes of conversations and emotions swirling around me. But today, the bubble feels more like a cage. The thought of my father and the cult searching for me sends shivers down my spine. They don’t just want me back; they want to put me on display, a deity in their twisted worship, stripped of my autonomy and voice. The endless days spent under their watchful eyes, my every move dictated by their whims, my very existence, a tool for their manipulation. I would rather face any fate than to be dragged back to that life. The idea of returning to a world where
RuinI walk down the hallway with a purpose, my boots thudding against the polished wood floors of the pack house. Thoughts race through my head, a tangled mess of anger and concern, all circling around one man: Edward, Chloe Jane’s father. Since the fallout with Mason — or Ivan, as we now know him — Edward’s been off the radar, a ghost without a trace. He wasn’t even at his own mansion. Either he’s dead or he’s fled.Reaching Ryker’s office, I don’t bother knocking. The door swings open to reveal him hunched over a mess of papers and screens, looking every bit the war commander in his own right.“Ryker,” I start without preamble, “I’m sure you’ve heard by now that Edward’s gone. Vanished into thin air. No scent, no sight, nothing.”Ryker’s eyes flick up to meet mine, sharp and calculating. “I’ve been thinking about that slippery fuck since we infiltrated Ivan’s so-called base at his estate.”I nod, frustration boiling under my skin. “It’s like he knew we’d come for him and left no s