The forest was eerily silent as dawn crept closer, the sky shifting from black to deep violet. Selene sat near the fire, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the flickering flames. Elias’s words echoed in her mind.“You have until sunrise to decide.”She glanced at Ronan. He was unconscious, his breathing shallow. The fever had worsened. His wound—though bandaged—still bled sluggishly. If they ran, he wouldn’t survive long.A soft rustling broke her thoughts. Cassian crouched beside her, his golden eyes reflecting the firelight. “You’re not actually considering surrendering, are you?”Selene clenched her jaw. “If I don’t, Ronan will die.”Cassian’s expression darkened. “And if you do, we all die.”Varian, who had been sharpening his daggers nearby, let out a scoff. “He’s right. You know what your brother is capable of. You think he’ll let you live?”Selene inhaled sharply. Of course she knew. Elias didn’t offer mercy—he offered illusions. He wanted her back under his control, but he
The abandoned watchtower loomed ahead, its stone walls crumbling with age. The rising sun cast long shadows across the clearing, the air thick with anticipation.Selene stood at the center of the trap, every muscle coiled with tension. Cassian and Varian were hidden in the surrounding trees, ready to strike the moment Elias showed himself. Ronan, too weak to fight, had been left behind in their makeshift camp, much to his frustration.She exhaled, her fingers brushing the bloodstone tucked into her belt. It pulsed faintly, reacting to the growing danger.Then, the silence shattered.A line of dark-cloaked figures emerged from the trees, moving in eerie unison. Elias led them, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.“Little sister,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. “You always did know how to make an entrance.”Selene forced herself to stay still, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I’m here, just like you wanted.”Elias tilted his head. “And the bloodstone?”She pulled it
Selene’s heart pounded as she watched Ronan hold Elias off the ground with one hand.It wasn’t just strength. It was unnatural.Elias’s golden eyes were wide with something she had never seen before—fear.“Y-You’re…” he choked out, clawing at Ronan’s iron grip. “Impossible.”Ronan’s own eyes burned gold, his entire body vibrating with raw power. The air around him crackled, distorting like heat rising off a fire.Selene pushed herself to her feet, pain flaring in her ribs from the stab wound. This wasn’t right.Ronan wasn’t just stronger. He was different.She forced a step forward. “Ronan?”He didn’t react.Elias let out a strangled gasp, his face turning red as Ronan’s grip tightened.Selene’s pulse spiked.If Ronan killed him like this… would he even stop?“Ronan, let him go.” Her voice was firm but laced with fear.Still, no response.Cassian took a cautious step closer, his bow raised. “Selene… something’s wrong with him.”Ronan’s muscles tensed at Cassian’s voice, his golden eye
Varian’s breathing was too shallow.Selene pressed harder against his wound, but her hands were slick with his blood, and his skin was turning an ashen gray.“No,” she whispered, panic clawing up her throat. “Stay with me.”Cassian tore off a strip of his cloak and pressed it to the wound. “We have to move. He won’t last much longer.”Selene nodded frantically, but her mind raced. They were miles from any real help, and they had no healer, no supplies.Her stomach twisted.There was only one real option.“We need to get to the Whispering Hollow,” she said.Cassian’s head snapped toward her. “Are you insane?”Selene clenched her jaw. “There’s a healer there. A powerful one.”Cassian cursed under his breath. “Yeah, and it’s also a death trap.”Selene knew the risks. The Whispering Hollow was an ancient sanctuary, hidden deep in the forest. It was said to heal the wounded… but at a price.But right now? They had no other choice.She turned to Ronan—only to find him standing apart, his ha
“No!”Selene surged forward, but an invisible force slammed into her, knocking her to her knees.Ronan didn’t fight it. He stood still, his golden eyes locked onto hers as the Oracle’s magic tightened around him like unseen chains.The last thing she saw before he vanished was the small, broken smile on his lips.And then—he was gone.Silence followed, heavy and suffocating.Selene’s pulse pounded in her ears, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the Oracle turned to her.“The bargain is fulfilled,” the woman said, her voice eerily calm.Varian gasped behind her, his body arching as light engulfed him. His wounds knitted together, his breathing steadying.But Selene felt no relief.Ronan was gone.Cassian swore. “You—” He reached for his sword, but the Oracle simply lifted a hand, and he froze in place, unable to move.Selene clenched her fists, rage burning through her veins.“You took him,” she whispered, shaking with fury.The Oracle’s silvered eyes met hers unflinchingly. “He gave
Pain clawed through Ronan’s body, relentless and burning, as if something inside him was unraveling and reforming all at once. He clenched his teeth, every muscle taut, but the sensation only intensified. A raw heat surged through his veins, and beneath the agony, something else stirred—something unfamiliar.He forced his eyes open.The chamber was dimly lit, the stone walls damp and cold, but none of it registered beyond the weight of the chains binding his wrists. Not just iron. Enchanted. The silver glowed faintly, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, sapping his strength. He shifted, testing their hold, but the effort sent a wave of pain radiating through his bones.A shadow moved in front of him. Elias.“You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was almost gentle, edged with something like satisfaction. “The change taking root.”Ronan forced out a breath. “Go to hell.” His voice was rough, strained, like something raw had clawed its way up his throat.Elias chuckled. “You still think you
The fortress loomed before them, a black silhouette against the starless sky. Selene barely registered the danger—her entire being focused on one thing. Ronan. He was inside. Changing. And if she didn’t reach him soon, she might lose him forever.Cassian placed a firm hand on her arm. “Selene, slow down. This isn’t just some reckless fight—Elias wants you to rush in. We need a plan.”Her breath came fast, her pulse a frantic rhythm in her ears. “Then stay behind. I’m not waiting.”“You think I’d let you go alone?” His grip tightened. “You’re not thinking straight.”Varian took a step forward, eyes dark with something unreadable. “She’s not wrong. The longer we hesitate, the worse it gets.”Selene pulled free of Cassian’s grasp and unsheathed her dagger. “Then let’s move.”She sprinted forward, leaving them no choice but to follow.The fortress walls pulsed with enchantments—layers of protection designed to keep intruders out. But that wasn’t going to stop her. She reached out, feeling
Selene’s breath caught as Ronan collapsed, his body crumpling like a marionette with its strings severed. The room seemed to shrink around her, the flickering firelight casting grotesque shadows over his unmoving form.“No—no, no, no,” she whispered, dropping to her knees beside him. His skin was ice-cold, his pulse a faint whisper beneath her fingertips. “Ronan, stay with me.”His eyes were shut, his breathing shallow, but something was wrong. He wasn’t just unconscious—he was slipping away.“Cassian! Varian!” Selene’s voice was raw as she looked up, desperate for help.Cassian was already moving, pressing two fingers against Ronan’s throat, his jaw tightening. “He’s alive, but it’s like something’s—”“Taking him,” Varian finished grimly.Selene’s heart pounded as she turned her attention back to Ronan, her fingers brushing over the fresh marks on his chest—the scars from Elias’s magic. A cold realization settled in her gut. Elias wasn’t just trying to break Ronan. He was claiming hi
Selene’s breath came fast and shallow as she stared at Ronan—or what was left of him.His eyes, once filled with fire and defiance, were now bottomless pools of black. Shadows curled around his fingers like living creatures, slithering over his skin. The air around him felt wrong—heavy and suffocating.She stepped forward, voice barely above a whisper. “Ronan?”He tilted his head, studying her as if she were a stranger. “Selene.”A cold shiver ran through her. His tone was eerily calm, almost… amused.Cassian shifted beside her, blades at the ready. “That’s not him anymore.”Selene’s stomach clenched. “I don’t believe that.”Cassian exhaled sharply. “We don’t have time for this.”“Shut up, Cassian!” she snapped, eyes locked on Ronan. “I know you’re still in there. Fight it.”Ronan took a step closer, his boots silent against the cave floor. “Fight it?” His lips curled into something resembling a smirk. “You don’t understand, do you?”Selene’s pulse pounded in her ears.“Understand wha
Ronan lay still, his breathing slow, but the darkness hadn’t left his eyes. The faint red flicker in his irises sent a chill through Selene. She refused to believe he was lost, but something inside him had changed—something Elias had left behind.Selene knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she brushed damp strands of hair from his face. “Ronan, it’s me,” she whispered. “You’re safe.”His grip tightened on her wrist, not in aggression but as if he was holding onto the last bit of himself. His voice was hoarse, raw. “You should have left me.”Selene’s heart clenched. “Never.”Cassian scoffed from behind them. “You’re too blind to see it, Selene. He’s dangerous now.”Selene turned sharply. “He fought against it. He never gave in.”Cassian’s jaw clenched. “He almost killed you.”Ronan flinched, and for the first time since waking, his eyes dropped, his entire body tensing. He remembered.Selene softened. “That wasn’t you, Ronan.”His expression twisted in pain. “Wasn’t it?”Silence st
Selene’s heart shattered as Ronan lunged.She barely had time to move before he was on her—his strength unnatural, his speed terrifying. The Ronan she knew was gone, replaced by a predator. His blackened eyes locked onto hers, his breathing ragged.“Ronan, stop!” she cried, dodging at the last second.His claws—claws, not hands—sliced through the air where she had just been. He hit the stone wall with inhuman force, cracks spiderwebbing across the surface.This wasn’t just some mind trick. This was real.Ronan’s body trembled, his fingers flexing as if fighting against himself. For the briefest moment, his lips parted—Selene…Then he snarled and attacked again.Selene gritted her teeth, her mind racing. She couldn’t fight him. Not like this.Think, Selene. You need to reach him.Elias’s laughter cut through the chaos. “He’s magnificent, isn’t he?”Selene spun toward him, rage surging through her. “What did you do to him?!”Elias smirked. “I simply revealed what was always inside him.
The cold stone walls of Elias’s stronghold loomed ahead, a fortress of shadows and secrets. Selene’s heart pounded as she stood in its eerie silence, Ronan by her side. Every fiber of her being screamed that this was a mistake—but she had no choice. Elias had lured her here, whispering promises of truth, of an end to the bloodshed. But Selene knew better.Ronan shifted beside her, his grip tightening around the hilt of his blade. He had insisted on coming, despite the raw wounds on his body. His time in captivity had changed him—his once-unbreakable spirit now carried a weight she couldn’t quite name. She had barely gotten him back, and now they were walking straight into the lion’s den.A gust of wind howled through the empty corridors as they stepped inside. Cassian and Varian flanked them, weapons drawn. The tension was suffocating.A slow clap echoed through the chamber.Elias.He stepped into the dim torchlight, a cruel smirk carved onto his face. Dressed in black, his presence w
The forest trembled with an unnatural stillness. Even the wind had ceased its whispering, as if nature itself braced for what was to come. Selene’s pulse thundered in her ears as she stood at the edge of the ruined temple, her dagger clenched tight in her palm. The flickering torches lining the crumbling walls barely held back the darkness, their glow casting twisted shadows over the figures waiting inside.Elias stood at the center, draped in a cloak as dark as the abyss, his piercing gaze locking onto her with unsettling ease. Beside him, a row of armed warriors stood like statues, their expressions cold and unreadable. The air was thick with the scent of blood and damp stone, a warning of the battle yet to come.Selene took a cautious step forward, her breath shallow. Behind her, Ronan’s presence burned like a wildfire, his heat radiating against her back. He was struggling—she could feel it. His breathing was too heavy, his stance too rigid. The transformation was devouring him, p
The fire crackled softly in the dimly lit cabin, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls. The air was thick with the scent of burning embers and damp earth, remnants of the storm that had passed through the forest. Selene sat at Ronan’s bedside, her fingers lightly tracing the back of his hand, reassuring herself that he was truly there—that he was truly free.His breathing was steady, but his body bore the marks of Elias’s control. Faint bruises marred his skin, as if the dark magic had tried to root itself inside him. She had barely slept, afraid that if she closed her eyes, he would slip away again.Ronan stirred, his lashes fluttering open to reveal those deep, stormy eyes she had memorized. For a brief moment, confusion flickered across his face, but then his gaze found hers, and his body relaxed.“Selene…” His voice was hoarse, as if he had been speaking through a void for days.She squeezed his hand. “You’re awake.” Relief flooded her, but it was laced with something
Selene’s heart pounded as she stepped closer to Ronan. His eyes—once filled with fire and devotion—were now cold, distant, and shadowed by Elias’s power. He stood rigid, his muscles tense as if restrained by invisible chains. Every instinct told her to run, that this wasn’t the man she had fought beside, the man who had kissed her like she was his salvation.But she wasn’t leaving him behind.“Ronan.” Her voice was steady, but her heart trembled. “Look at me.”He didn’t move.Elias’s laughter echoed in the air, smooth and mocking. “You truly believe love can break my hold on him? You overestimate your worth, Selene.”She clenched her fists. “I don’t need to be enough for you. I just need to be enough for him.”Taking a shaky breath, she reached out, pressing her palm against Ronan’s chest. A shiver ran through her as she felt the unnatural chill of Elias’s magic seeping into him.“Come back to me,” she whispered.For a moment, nothing happened. Then—a flicker. His jaw clenched, a musc
The night was thick with mist, curling like phantom fingers around the ruins ahead. Selene barely felt the chill biting at her skin as she pressed forward, her heart a relentless drum in her chest. Ronan was out there—she could feel it, a tether between them that hadn’t broken despite the darkness trying to consume him.“Selene, wait,” Cassian hissed from behind, catching her wrist. His grip was firm but not forceful, his golden eyes scanning the eerie landscape with caution. “Rushing in without a plan is suicide.”“We don’t have time for a plan,” she shot back, wrenching her arm free. “If Elias tightens his grip on Ronan, we might lose him forever.”Cassian exhaled sharply, but he didn’t argue. He understood—perhaps too well. They had been tracking Ronan’s presence for hours, every lead drawing them deeper into the ruins of an ancient fortress long abandoned to shadows and whispered nightmares.The entrance yawned before them like the mouth of a beast. Selene barely hesitated before
Selene’s breath caught as she stared at Ronan—no, Elias—standing before her, his emerald eyes now laced with an unnatural, eerie glow. The body was Ronan’s, the sharp lines of his face and the battle-worn strength she had come to trust. But the way he moved, the way he smiled—it was all wrong.“Selene,” Elias purred, his voice a twisted echo of Ronan’s. “You look at me like I’m a ghost. Am I not real enough for you?”Her pulse thundered in her ears. “Let him go.”Elias tilted his head, a mockery of thoughtfulness. “Let him go? Oh, darling, I just got here. I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.”Cassian moved first, drawing his sword in a blur of silver. “Then we’ll force you out.”Elias smirked, shifting his gaze to Cassian. “Ah, the ever-loyal knight. You know, Ronan truly despises you.” His fingers flexed at his sides, and a rush of dark energy flared around him. “Shall I show you just how much?”Cassian lunged, but Selene threw out her arm. “Wait!”Cassian froze, his blade in