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
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.
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 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
The world still smelled like smoke and magic.Selene’s body ached as she stumbled forward, her knees nearly giving out beneath her. The night air was cold against her sweat-dampened skin, but she barely noticed. All she could see was the lingering image of Ronan’s blackened eyes, the cruel smirk on his lips as he let them escape.He let them go.Cassian’s firm grip yanked her back to reality. “You’re slowing down,” he growled. “We can’t stop here.”Varian, still weak from casting the teleportation rune, wavered beside them. “We need to—” he coughed, “—get to cover. If Elias’s men tracked us, we won’t last long out in the open.”Selene didn’t care.She twisted out of Cassian’s grip, turning back toward the shadowed landscape they had just escaped from. “We have to go back.”Cassian’s expression darkened. “No.”Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Ronan is still in there! You saw it—he told me to run. He’s fighting it.”Cassian exhaled sharply, stepping closer until his face was inches
Selene’s eyes fluttered open, but the moment she did, an overwhelming sensation of cold metal pressing against her skin sent a jolt through her body. Her hands were bound, wrists tightly secured to a rough stone wall. The coldness of the dungeon seeped into her bones, and the faint scent of damp earth filled the air.She was trapped.The familiar pull of magic twisted in the air, and she knew immediately she wasn’t alone. She forced herself to sit up, her legs unsteady as the chains clinked against the stone. The dark shadows clung to every corner, making it hard to see clearly. It was as though the very walls were suffocating her.Her breath quickened when her eyes finally landed on the figure standing near the entrance—a figure she knew all too well.Ronan.He was standing at a distance, his back straight, his posture as rigid as stone. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his once-bright eyes now seemed hollow, distant. The warmth that once radiated from him felt like a dista
Ronan knelt on the cold stone floor, his wrists bound in iron shackles, his body bruised and bloodied from the relentless torment Elias had inflicted upon him. But his golden eyes burned with defiance, refusing to yield.Selene struggled against the guards holding her back, her heart pounding wildly. She had never seen Ronan so vulnerable before, yet the fire in his gaze remained unbroken.Elias circled him like a predator savoring its prey. “You could make this easier, Ronan,” he mused, voice laced with mock concern. “Pledge your loyalty to me, and I’ll spare you this suffering. Or would you rather continue bleeding for a lost cause?”Ronan lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor at Elias’s feet. “I’ll never bow to you.”Elias sighed dramatically. “So stubborn. But you see, I don’t need your cooperation. I just need to find the right pressure point to break you.” His eyes flickered toward Selene. “And I believe I already have.”Selene’s stomach twisted as Elias strode toward h
Cassian stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the flickering torchlight. His sudden arrival sent shockwaves through Selene’s body, a mix of fury and disbelief tightening in her chest. She had trusted him once—only to be betrayed. And now, he was here again, standing beside Elias as if he belonged there.Ronan tensed beside her, his body weakened from Elias’s magic, but his eyes burned with raw hatred. “You,” he rasped. “You son of a—”“Save your breath, Ronan,” Cassian cut him off, stepping closer. His face was unreadable, but there was an urgency in his voice. “I’m here to help.”Selene clenched her fists. “Help?” she spat. “After what you did? After you sold us out?”Cassian’s jaw tightened. “If I hadn’t, you’d be dead.” His gaze flickered toward Elias, who watched the exchange with an amused smirk. “I made a deal to stay close to him, to keep you alive long enough for this moment.”Elias chuckled. “And yet, dear Cassian, I wonder—whose side are you really on?”Selene’
The weight of the decision pressed heavily on Selene’s chest. Every instinct told her to trust Ronan, to follow the path they had carved together. Their bond was strong—unbreakable, or so she had believed. But now, with the stakes higher than ever, doubt crept in like an insidious shadow, whispering in her ear.Ronan’s eyes were soft but determined as they met hers, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in the depths of his gaze. He knew what was at stake, too. The choice between taking the risk for the greater good or playing it safe, staying under the radar. The very foundation of their journey was being tested now, their trust, their commitment, everything they had worked for.“Selene,” Ronan murmured, his voice a mix of conviction and hesitance. “You know we can’t keep running forever. Sooner or later, we’ll have to face it. Face him.”She nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. Her brother. The man who had orchestrated the chaos in their lives, the one who sought power at any
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