Selene tightened her grip on the dagger at her waist, staring into the flickering firelight. The night was silent, but the weight of their next move pressed heavily on her chest. They had one chance to turn the tables on Elias, and yet every instinct screamed that walking into his trap was madness.Across from her, Ronan leaned against a tree, his breathing uneven. The shadows beneath his eyes had deepened, his skin paler than before. He was changing—Cassian saw it, Varian saw it, and deep down, Selene saw it too. But she couldn’t lose him. Not now.“We need to move before dawn,” Cassian said, his voice edged with frustration. “If we wait any longer, we’re giving Elias more time to strengthen his hold.”Ronan scoffed, his arms crossed. “And if we rush in without a plan, we’ll be walking straight into his hands.” His voice was rougher than usual, the darkness in him seeping into every word.Selene exhaled, trying to steady herself. “We’re not going in blind. We know Elias wants me aliv
Selene’s breath hitched as the shadows thickened around them, tendrils of darkness twisting like living things. She scrambled to her feet, her pulse hammering as she searched for Ronan.Then she saw him.He was on his knees, clutching his head, his entire body trembling. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers digging into the dirt as if he were fighting something unseen. But the worst part was his eyes—no longer the deep, stormy blue she knew, but glowing with a golden fire, an eerie light that mirrored Elias’s.“Ronan!”She lunged toward him, but the moment her fingers brushed his shoulder, he jerked away as if burned. A low, guttural snarl tore from his throat, one that sent a shiver through her spine. His body tensed, muscles straining as the shadows around him pulsed and coiled.No. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t Ronan.Elias’s laughter echoed through the courtyard. “Fascinating, isn’t it?” he mused, stepping forward with leisurely confidence. “He’s fighting it now, but how mu
The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering embers, the remnants of their last battle still smoldering in the distance. Selene sat beside Ronan, her fingers gliding gently over his bandaged arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. He was awake but silent, his golden eyes staring into the darkness, troubled and distant. “You’re still here,” he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion. Selene arched a brow. “Where else would I be?” Ronan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You should keep your distance.” She didn’t move. “Why?” He flexed his fingers, then clenched them into a fist. “Because I don’t trust myself anymore.” A chill passed through her, but she didn’t let it show. “Then trust me,” she said softly. “Trust that I won’t let you lose yourself.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Selene could see the war raging inside him—the fear, the guilt, the torment of nearly
The night was thick with silence, the kind that felt alive—watching, waiting. The small cavern where Selene and Ronan had taken shelter was barely enough to keep the cold at bay, but neither of them seemed to care. Not when his transformation was worsening.Ronan sat against the jagged rock wall, his breath coming in slow, measured exhales. His body trembled—not from weakness, but from something deeper. Something unknown.Selene knelt beside him, dipping a cloth into the cool water from a small stream running along the cave floor. The dim glow of moonlight barely reached them, casting Ronan’s features in harsh, shadowed angles. He looked different—not just wounded, but… altered.His skin burned under her touch as she pressed the damp cloth to his brow. He tensed, jaw tightening, but he didn’t pull away.“You’re burning up,” she murmured.Ronan let out a ragged chuckle. “Feels like my insides are breaking apart and stitching themselves back together.”A chill ran through Selene. That w
The clash of steel rang through the night, echoing against the jagged cliffs. Selene barely had time to dodge as a cloaked attacker lunged at her, twin daggers gleaming under the moonlight. She twisted away, slicing her blade across his arm, but he barely flinched.They weren’t ordinary warriors. Their movements were too precise, too fast. Magic pulsed through them like a dark current.Cassian was holding his own, his sword carving through the enemy ranks with brutal efficiency. But Selene’s attention snapped to Ronan—his breathing was ragged, his hands trembling as black veins pulsed beneath his skin.Not now.“Ronan!” she called, shoving back an attacker. “Stay with me!”He clutched his head, staggering. His golden eyes burned with an unnatural glow, his body vibrating with power. The very air around him seemed to crackle.Then, he moved.Lightning-fast, he grabbed an enemy’s throat and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. The man thrashed, choking, as Ronan’s grip tightened.“Ro
A heavy silence settled over the group as they moved through the dense forest, the night pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with damp earth and the lingering scent of blood. Selene stole a glance at Ronan. His jaw was clenched, his movements stiff, but it wasn’t exhaustion slowing him down—it was something worse.She had seen it in his eyes when Elias’s voice had echoed through the night. The way his hands had trembled. The way he had flinched, as if the voice had reached inside him and wrapped around his very soul.But he wouldn’t talk about it.And that scared her more than anything.Cassian was the first to break the silence. “We need to find shelter before dawn.” His voice was sharp, his usual sarcasm gone. “Ronan’s in no condition to keep moving.”“I’m fine,” Ronan growled, but even as he spoke, he swayed slightly.Selene stepped closer, gripping his arm. “You’re not fine.”His skin was burning beneath her fingers, feverish and unnatural. The black veins running up his
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
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
The night air was heavy with tension, the kind that clung to your skin and made your breath feel shallow. Selene stood at the edge of the camp, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. The fire crackled behind her, its warmth barely reaching her. Her thoughts were miles away, tangled in the web of her emotions and the weight of the truth Ronan had revealed.Can I trust him? That question had been gnawing at her ever since he confessed the truth about his past. The lies, the betrayal, the darkness he had carried with him—it was a lot to process, and she was still struggling with how to fit that new version of him into the space she had made for him in her heart.The camp was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. Her fingers absently toyed with the dagger strapped to her belt, the cool metal offering a strange comfort. There was a sharpness in the air tonight, something she couldn’t quite place, but it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.“Selene?”Her he
The night air was heavy with the scent of rain, a storm on the horizon, but for now, the world was still. The moon hung low, casting a pale glow across the landscape. Selene stood at the edge of the camp, her gaze lost in the vast emptiness before her. The silence around them was unnerving, like the calm before a storm, and Selene couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change—something that would alter everything they had fought for.Ronan was close, only a few paces away, his presence like a constant pull at her heart. They hadn’t spoken much since the last battle, the tension between them thickening with each passing day. He was there, always there, yet the distance between them seemed to grow by the hour. It was as though the unspoken words between them had created an invisible barrier—one she didn’t know how to break.She glanced over her shoulder at him, her heart catching in her throat when she saw the pained expression etched on his face. He was trying so hard t
The wind howled through the trees, the sound echoing through the silence of the night. Selene stood at the edge of the clearing, her back to the campfire that had long since dwindled to embers. The flickering light cast long shadows on the ground, and for a moment, she could almost pretend that the world outside of this small circle of warmth didn’t exist. But reality pressed in, and the tension hanging over them like a thick fog refused to be ignored.Ronan’s footsteps approached from behind, his presence as familiar as the rhythm of her own heartbeat. She didn’t turn to face him, even though she felt the pull of his gaze, the weight of his concern as he approached. His voice was low, measured, but she could hear the edge of worry beneath the calm exterior.“Selene,” he said her name with a quiet intensity, “we need to talk.”She finally turned to face him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what he was thinking, what he was feeling. But his expression was unreadable, as it
The tension in the air was palpable as Selene paced near the edge of the camp. The flames from the fire flickered, casting long shadows across the ground, their orange glow illuminating the darkness of the forest around them. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at her stomach, the one that had only grown stronger since the confrontation with the mysterious forces the night before. Something was off. And it wasn’t just the danger lurking at their doorstep—it was Ronan.Her gaze flicked to him, sitting by the fire, his back stiff, eyes distant, as if trying to shut out the world. He’d been like that since the moment they arrived at this temporary refuge, his usual easy demeanor replaced with something hard and unreadable. He hadn’t spoken much since their escape, only giving curt responses when she’d tried to approach him.But it wasn’t just that. There was something more, something deeper she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The air between them had changed, become charged w
The air was thick with tension as the group sat around the flickering campfire, the flames casting long shadows on their weary faces. The remnants of their earlier confrontation with Elias’s forces still hung in the air, unresolved and raw. Selene couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at her gut. Cassian’s sudden reappearance was a complication they hadn’t needed, but now he was here, and they had no choice but to deal with it.Ronan, still recovering from the injuries he’d sustained days ago, was sitting quietly beside her. His face was pale, his eyes darker than usual. She could see the exhaustion in every movement, every slight grimace that crossed his features. He was trying so hard to hide it, but she knew him too well. He was weakening. And the weight of that realization was heavy on her chest.Every time her gaze flickered to him, she felt a pang of guilt. There were moments when she wanted to reach out, to pull him close, but the distance between them had grown—physically
The weight of silence hung over the camp as the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting long shadows over the land. Selene sat by the dying fire, staring into the embers, her thoughts far away from the present. The confrontation between Ronan and Cassian had left an ache in her chest, a wound she didn’t know how to heal. She had hoped that time would allow the tension to fade, that the events of the past few days would simply slip into the past. But the rift between them had only deepened, and no amount of silence could mask the reality that everything was beginning to unravel.Ronan was standing near the edge of the camp, staring out into the distance with his back to her. He hadn’t spoken since their argument—hadn’t really said much at all, in fact. She could feel the bitterness radiating from him, even from here. Every movement he made, every breath he took, seemed heavy with unspoken words.Selene exhaled sharply, pushing herself to her feet. She couldn’t let this linger any longer
The storm rolled in without warning.Selene stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak whipping around her as the wind howled through the valley below. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the jagged rocks and the dark sky that churned like an unsettled sea. The air was thick with tension—electric, crackling with power that wasn’t just from the storm.It was coming from them.Ronan stood a few feet away, his eyes glowing with restrained fire, his stance rigid with anger. The embers in his palm flickered, threatening to ignite into something uncontrollable.Cassian, on the other hand, stood at the opposite side, his gaze dark, the storm answering his call. The way the wind wrapped around him, the way his presence crackled like the impending downpour—it was clear he wasn’t holding back anymore.Selene’s heart pounded against her ribs. This wasn’t just another argument between them. This was the breaking point.“Both of you, stop this.” She took a step forward, voice steady despite
The wind howled through the trees, carrying the scent of rain and damp earth. The air felt thick, charged with something unseen but heavy enough to weigh on Selene’s chest. It had been days since they’d left the ruins behind, but the tension between them had only grown stronger, stretching like an unspoken thread ready to snap.Selene tightened her cloak around her shoulders, her mind clouded with too many thoughts. Ronan walked a few paces ahead, his broad shoulders rigid, his usual effortless grace dulled by exhaustion. Cassian trailed behind, quieter than usual, his sharp eyes scanning the darkened forest like a predator waiting for a sign of weakness.She didn’t know when it had started—this shift between them. Maybe it was when they barely escaped Elias’s latest ambush. Or perhaps it had begun long before, festering beneath the surface, only now rising to meet them like an inevitable storm.Selene hated this. The doubt. The uncertainty.She had always trusted her instincts, but n
The air felt thick, charged with something neither Selene nor Ronan could name. They had moved beyond the moments of comfort, the stolen smiles in the heat of battle or shared glances in the quiet of their camp. Now, the stakes had changed.Selene stood at the edge of their makeshift camp, the moonlight reflecting off the still water of the river. It should have been peaceful—beautiful, even—but there was a weight to the night. A pressure pressing in on her chest that had nothing to do with the physical exhaustion from their long days of travel.She was on the edge, and she could feel it.Ronan approached, his movements cautious, his expression unreadable. She knew him well enough to see past the mask of indifference he often wore, and she could feel the tension radiating from him, just as it did from her.“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly, coming to stand beside her. His presence was both a comfort and a reminder of how much they had to lose.Selene shook her head, not trusting herself