The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense forest that surrounded us. The air had cooled, but the heat of battle still clung to my skin, a reminder of what we had just survived. But there was something else, too. Something I couldn’t shake.Jace and Damon were walking ahead of me, their voices low as they spoke about something I couldn’t quite hear, but my mind wasn’t on them. It was on the weight inside me. The weight that felt like a force I couldn’t control, but I had to.I could feel it—the pull of the power inside me. That same wild, untamed energy that had almost consumed me, that had cracked the earth beneath my feet when I unleashed it. It was there, waiting. I could sense it. It was in my blood, in my bones, and I had no idea how to stop it.“Elena.” Jace’s voice broke through the fog in my mind.I blinked, coming back to reality. I looked up to find him standing in front of me, his eyes scanning my face, searching for something
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood. The battle had ended, but the echoes of it still clung to the night like an unshakable weight.Elena stood between Jace and Damon, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The power that had surged through her moments ago still crackled beneath her skin, simmering just below the surface. It had been intoxicating, dangerous—and yet, it had been hers. For the first time, she had claimed it, not as a burden, but as a part of who she was.Jace's golden eyes studied her, concern shadowing their usual fire. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a careful balance between relief and restraint.Elena swallowed hard, nodding. "I think so."But the truth was, she wasn’t sure.Something had changed inside her in that cursed chamber. She could still feel the whispers clawing at the edges of her mind, a lingering presence that refused to fade completely.Damon let out a breath, his stance tense as he wiped the blo
The scent hit me first.It was sharp and clean, like pine needles crushed underfoot after a storm. But underneath it was something wilder—something untamed. It wrapped around me, sneaking into my lungs, making my heart pound for no reason at all.I stopped mid-step in the crowded hallway of Ravenwood High, my fingers tightening around the strap of my backpack."Earth to Elena?"A manicured hand waved in front of my face. Claire.I blinked, shaking off the sudden rush of dizziness. "Sorry. What were you saying?"Claire sighed dramatically. "Ugh, please don’t tell me you're still thinking about that dream."My stomach twisted.The dream. The same one that had haunted me for weeks now—always the same, always just as vivid. A dark forest, moonlight filtering through the trees. A low growl behind me. And then, golden eyes locking onto mine from the shadows.A whisper, deep and familiar, calling my name.
The air still felt different.Even as I walked away, my skin prickled with awareness, like something had latched onto me. Like someone was still watching.I exhaled sharply, shaking it off. Get a grip, Elena.Claire didn’t notice my distraction as she prattled on beside me, launching into another one of her daily updates on school gossip. I tried to focus—really, I did—but my mind kept circling back.Jace Wolfe.The name felt wrong in my head, like I shouldn’t be saying it yet. Like it belonged to someone I already knew.I slid into my seat in English class, forcing myself to focus. The whiteboard, the students chatting around me, the distant hum of lockers slamming in the hallway—normal things.Then the door opened.The hush that fell over the room was almost unnatural.I knew without looking.A slow wave of something hot and electric crawled over my skin, the same sensation I’d felt in the ha
By the time English class ended, my nerves were completely shot.Jace Wolfe hadn’t said another word to me after that moment—the one where something invisible, electric, and impossible passed between us. But he didn’t have to. His presence alone was enough to keep my skin tingling and my mind racing.I wasn’t sure what I expected when the bell rang. Maybe for him to rush out of the room, avoid me, pretend none of it had happened. Pretend I didn’t exist.Instead, he took his time gathering his things, moving with that same calculated ease, as if nothing could ever rattle him. As if he hadn’t been gripping the edge of his desk like his life depended on it just a few minutes ago.I stole a glance at him as I stood, but he didn’t look my way.Not even once.It shouldn’t have bothered me. It did.I exhaled sharply, pushing through the crowd of students spilling into the hallway. The noise was deafening—lockers slamming, people laughing, conversations blurring into one another. But somehow,
That night, the wind carried something unnatural.I felt it the second I cracked my bedroom window open, hoping for some fresh air to clear my head. Instead, an eerie stillness settled over the trees, the usual nighttime hum of insects gone.I wrapped my arms around myself, staring into the dark expanse of the woods behind our house. I’d grown up listening to the rustling of branches, the distant hoot of an owl, the occasional yipping of coyotes. But tonight, the woods were silent.A different kind of hush.The kind that comes before a storm.Or a hunt.I swallowed hard and stepped back, pulling the window shut. Maybe I was just imagining things. Maybe my mind was still tangled up in the lingering presence of Jace Wolfe.The way he had felt before I’d even seen him.The way his golden eyes had flickered with something unspoken when he looked at me.The way he had tensed the moment he saw my brother, like some invisible force had passed between them.It was ridiculous. I didn’t even kn
Run. Jace’s voice cut through the wind, sharp and urgent. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Something deep in my chest told me that running wouldn’t change anything. That whatever was lurking in the woods—whatever had Jace on edge—was already too close. The growl came again, low and hungry, slithering through the trees like a warning. Jace’s grip on my wrist tightened. His breathing was uneven, his muscles locked in place like he was trying to hold himself together. “Please,” he rasped. “Go.” A part of me wanted to listen, to turn and run like any sane person would. But something wasn’t right. Jace wasn’t afraid. He was protecting me. From what? From himself? Before I could answer, the shadows shifted. And then—I saw it. Glowing eyes. Not Jace’s. These were different. Sharper. Predatory. And there were more than one. I sucked in a breath as three figures emerged from the trees. They moved with inhuman grace, their steps silent despite the brittle leaves beneath their
Jace didn’t speak right away. The moment the others vanished into the shadows, he just stood there—chest rising and falling, muscles locked tight. The glow in his eyes hadn’t fully faded, and neither had the tension in his stance. I could still hear it. That low, guttural growl that had torn from his throat just moments ago. I should have run. Any sane person would have. But instead, I stayed frozen, heart hammering, breath shallow, staring at the boy who wasn’t just a boy. The boy who had shifted right in front of me. The boy who had just saved my life. My voice barely worked. “What—” Jace turned sharply away, hands raking through his hair. “I didn’t want you to see that.” My stomach clenched. “Well, I did.” My voice shook. “And now you have to tell me what the hell is going on.” His jaw flexed. “Elena—” “No.” I took a step forward, fingers curling into fists. “Don’t Elena me. I just watched you—” I swallowed hard. “I just watched you turn into a wolf.” He flinched. Bu
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood. The battle had ended, but the echoes of it still clung to the night like an unshakable weight.Elena stood between Jace and Damon, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The power that had surged through her moments ago still crackled beneath her skin, simmering just below the surface. It had been intoxicating, dangerous—and yet, it had been hers. For the first time, she had claimed it, not as a burden, but as a part of who she was.Jace's golden eyes studied her, concern shadowing their usual fire. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a careful balance between relief and restraint.Elena swallowed hard, nodding. "I think so."But the truth was, she wasn’t sure.Something had changed inside her in that cursed chamber. She could still feel the whispers clawing at the edges of her mind, a lingering presence that refused to fade completely.Damon let out a breath, his stance tense as he wiped the blo
The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense forest that surrounded us. The air had cooled, but the heat of battle still clung to my skin, a reminder of what we had just survived. But there was something else, too. Something I couldn’t shake.Jace and Damon were walking ahead of me, their voices low as they spoke about something I couldn’t quite hear, but my mind wasn’t on them. It was on the weight inside me. The weight that felt like a force I couldn’t control, but I had to.I could feel it—the pull of the power inside me. That same wild, untamed energy that had almost consumed me, that had cracked the earth beneath my feet when I unleashed it. It was there, waiting. I could sense it. It was in my blood, in my bones, and I had no idea how to stop it.“Elena.” Jace’s voice broke through the fog in my mind.I blinked, coming back to reality. I looked up to find him standing in front of me, his eyes scanning my face, searching for something
The air felt heavier in the aftermath.The Hunt was gone, but their presence still lingered, like an echo reverberating through the night. The silver chains had disintegrated into dust, vanishing into the wind, yet I could still feel their cold touch wrapped around my ankle. My breath came in uneven bursts, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs.I was alive.But something inside me had changed.“Elena.” Jace’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, like he wasn’t sure if I was still standing in front of him or if part of me had disappeared with them.I turned to him, trying to focus on the here and now. His golden eyes burned with concern, his dark hair disheveled from the fight. There was a cut along his jaw, shallow but fresh, proof that even he hadn’t come out of this unscathed.I wanted to reach for him, but my hands were shaking.“I—I don’t know what happened,” I admitted.Jace frowned, stepping closer, like he wanted to touch me but wasn’t sure if he should. “You disapp
The chamber pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, the walls undulating around me as if they were alive. Shadows reached out like fingers, curling toward my skin. My breath came in ragged gasps as I strained against the invisible force, my heart racing. I had to fight. I couldn’t surrender. Not to them. Not to this. Jace and Damon were close. I could feel them, even though the walls of this shifting, cursed place had torn us apart. But the more I focused on them, the stronger the pull of the figure beside me grew. It wasn’t just an external force. It was inside me now. Their presence was sinking into my mind, into my very bones, and whispering words I didn’t want to hear. "Embrace it, Elena. You’ve always known what you are. Why fight it?" I shook my head, as though doing so could erase the voice, the truth. But it wouldn’t go away. I had always known there was something inside me, something dangerous. But I’d never let it define me. "You are the beginning, Elena." The words w
The Hunt was closing in.Their movements were eerily silent, their presence pressing against my skin like a phantom touch. The figures—cloaked in darkness, silver chains dragging against the stone—moved in perfect unison, their faces hidden beneath deep hoods.Not wolves.Not revenants.Something worse.I ran harder.Jace was beside me, his breaths coming fast, his golden eyes sharp and calculating. Damon was just ahead, his gun drawn, but we all knew bullets wouldn’t be enough.“They’re gaining,” Damon gritted out.I didn’t need to look back to know he was right. The air behind us crackled, charged with something unnatural. The Hunt wasn’t just chasing us—they were toying with us, closing in like a predator savoring the final moments before the kill.Then—A snap.The ground beneath me splintered.A force slammed into my back like a whip of pure energy, knocking the breath from my lungs. My vision blurred as I hit the ground, rolling hard against the rocky path.“Elena!” Jace’s voice
The wind howled through the ruins, whipping through the crumbling temple like a warning. The air still crackled with the remnants of power, the echoes of something ancient pressing against my skin.Jace hadn’t let go of me. His grip was firm, steady—like he was afraid that if he loosened it even slightly, I’d slip away into whatever force had just tried to claim me.Damon swept his gaze across the destruction, his jaw tight. “She’s gone.”“For now,” I murmured, my voice quieter than I intended.Because she wasn’t really gone.She was a shadow in my mind, a whisper lingering in my pulse, reminding me that no matter how much I wanted to fight this, a part of me already knew.You were never just chosen, Elena. You were the beginning.Jace turned to me, his golden eyes dark with something unreadable. “Are you okay?”I almost lied. Almost told him that I was fine. But the truth was heavier, and for once, I didn’t want to run from it.“I don’t know.”Damon exhaled sharply. “Well, that’s com
The woman stepped forward, the hood of her cloak slipping back just enough to reveal silver eyes—my eyes—glowing in the dim light of the ruined temple. Her presence was suffocating, her power pressing against my skin like invisible chains wrapping around my limbs.Jace and Damon tensed behind me, their breaths barely audible over the silence stretching between us.But I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.Because I knew her.Not just from my dreams, not just from the whispers that had haunted me since I was marked—no, I knew her in the way someone knew the beat of their own heart, the rhythm of their own soul.She was me.Not a doppelgänger.Not a future version.Something older.Something… eternal.She tilted her head, studying me like I was the one who didn’t belong here. “You feel it, don’t you?”The mark on my wrist burned, pulsing in time with the flickering silver veins running through the stone beneath us. The entire temple was alive, its energy thrumming through my bones like a
The forest swallowed us whole.The moment we stepped beyond the cabin’s threshold, the mist thickened, curling around our legs like unseen hands trying to pull us under. The trees, once familiar, now loomed like silent sentinels, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky. The air was thick with something unseen, something wrong.Jace gripped my hand, his touch grounding me as we pushed forward. Damon moved ahead, his gun raised, though we all knew it was useless against whatever had come for me.Something watched us.I could feel it—a pressure at the back of my skull, like fingers pressing into my mind, searching for cracks. The mark on my wrist pulsed, heat curling up my arm, but I refused to look at it. Refused to acknowledge the truth it whispered in my blood.We needed to keep moving.But the woods weren’t the same anymore.The path that should have led to safety twisted beneath our feet, warping and shifting like something alive. No matter how far we ran, the trees seemed to fold
The darkness in the cabin was suffocating, thick with the weight of things I couldn't see but could feel. The air pressed in on me, suffused with something unnatural, something waiting. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, but it was barely louder than the pounding in my ears, like a drum heralding something I wasn’t ready to face.Jace’s grip on my hand tightened, his fingers cold but steady. His presence beside me was a comfort, but even his touch couldn’t chase away the gnawing fear coiling in my gut. Damon stood by the window again, his posture rigid, scanning the tree line like he expected something to lunge from the shadows at any second.Then his voice cut through the silence.“Something’s out there,” Damon muttered, his tone low and certain. “And it’s getting closer.”A slow, creeping dread crawled up my spine. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my breath shaky. Every instinct I had screamed at me to run, but there was nowhere to go. The familiar warning that had been gnawing at