The darkness enveloped me in gauze, dense and cloying. I was in an emptiness, weightless, where time folded in on itself. Whispers filled the void — familiar, some strange echoes of a past I didn’t recall. My limbs felt heavy, movable only in the realm of dreams, as if I were detached from the world.Then, pain.A sudden, searing pain shot through my body, pulling me back up to the surface. My lungs burned as I struggled to breathe; my perception returned in a rush. What I first felt was warmth — arms wrapped around me, strong and steady. A scent I knew. Safe. Familiar.Maxwell.“Lena.” His voice was gravelly, age raw with desperation. “Come back to me.”I attempted to get up, but my body was slow and weighted with fatigue and something more. Something wrong. My stomach roiled, and I pressed my hands on it as that deep, foreign emptiness began taking root in my gut.And then I remembered.The baby. The power. David’s spell sliced through me like a blade.No, I whispered, my voice so l
I was lost in the dark — engulfed and gasping.I was falling — plunging into an endless abyss, my screams torn away by the vacuum. The shadows danced around me whispering in voices I nearly recognized words falling through my fingers like sand. I didn’t know how long I was falling — seconds, minutes, years? Time didn’t exist here. Only weightless descent.And, just as suddenly as it started, it ended.I wasn’t falling anymore. My feet were on solid ground, but everything around me was…off. The heavens roared above, a mass of twisting black clouds going too quickly, too wrong. The land was sparse and cracked in all directions; the air was thick with the smell of ash. There was no sun. No moon. Just the crushing pressure of nothingness crushing down on me.I swallowed hard, my throat like dust in the desert. “Where am I?”A smooth-as-silk voice replied from behind me. “Somewhere between what was and what will be.”I whipped around, my body poised for a fight.And froze.David loomed bef
The world wasn’t standing still, but I was.Maxwell had not released me, his grip firm, steady, as if he were afraid I might vanish again. The sanctuary walls, though still pounding with the echoes of the power I had unleashed, cocoons of bone and muscle and bone, loomed in my periphery, my mind somewhere else, stuck between darkness and light, between what I had seen and what had yet to pass.I had chosen power.Now, I had to live with it.Maxwell’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Lena… you’re scaring me.”I met his gaze, and for the first time in ages, I wasn’t afraid of what he might see. “Good.”His brows knitted together; concern and another, too-complex-to-read emotion danced across his face. “You’re different.”I took a deep breath, pressing my palm to my chest. I was steady of heartbeat, but everything else inside me turned and roiled. “I feel different.”“Different how?”I hesitated. How could I describe the feeling of standing at the brink of an abyss, looking down into it,
Their breath was warm, feeding the air with blood and magic. Behind us was the sanctuary, an ancient monument to the power I was only beginning to comprehend. But the evening was charged with danger — David’s pack was close. I could sense them, their presence nagging at the back of my mind, their hunger curling in the air.Maxwell stood next to me, his body stiff, his breathing calm. He was ready for battle. We both were.My father stepped out from the shadows, his face stone. “They’ll be here soon.”I nodded, flexing my fingers. Power throbbed inside my skin, but it was no longer magic—it was something deeper, something primal. I had been spending my life repressing what I was. That was over.Maxwell exhaled slowly. “Lena, before this starts—”I looked back at him, hearing the hesitance in his voice. “What?”His jaw tensed. “You don’t need to do this by yourself.”I shook my head. “I do. You know I do.”“You think this is only about power?” His voice was sharp, but there was more—a t
The battle was over.David was gone. That sanctuary became a battlefield, just as it should have been a sanctuary, and instead, it lay silent beneath the weight of all we had lost. The war — the one that had shaped my life, the one that had molded me — was over.And yet, I felt no peace.I was on the balcony of my childhood house, looking out at the city that used to be my world. The skyline loomed ahead of me, twinkling lights blinking in the distance, cars moving like veins pumping life into the streets. To them, nothing had changed. They had no knowledge of the war waged in the shadows, the lives lost, the blood spilled.”They didn’t know me.The wind was pulling my hair, and it was cold against my skin, but I hardly felt it. My hands lay on my stomach — a habit, now, an unconscious need to shield the life inside me. My child. The sole piece of this ground that really mattered now.The door behind me creaked open, and I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Maxwell. His presenc
The silence hung between us, thick and stifling. Elias waited patiently as if he already knew how I would respond. As if he thought I should fall in line, that I would embrace the mantle of power the Council had so graciously put at my feet.But I wasn’t the girl they imagined. Not anymore.I crossed my arms and kept my face neutral. “You want me to lead? Lead what, exactly?”Elias smiled, but there was a calculating look in his eyes. “A new order, Miss Weber. The world is changing. Supernatural forces are growing bolder, more reckless. With the Blackwoods now gone, there is a vacuum. The Council believes that you hold the balance.”Maxwell scoffed beside me. “Balance? You mean control.”Elias fixed his piercing stare on him. “Control is balance. Would you prefer chaos?”My fingers dug into my arms. “Why me? You have your own enforcers. You have your rules and your traditions. Why come to me now?”Elias’s smile finally disappeared, and when he spoke again, his voice was smooth yet fir
The heaviness of my decision crushed my chest even after the words were out of my mouth. Maxwell’s hand was still in my hand, warm, steady, grounding. But his grip was my tension, his words unspoken.He exhaled slowly. “So, what now?”I turned to face him completely, looking in his eyes for the slightest hint of hesitation, of doubt. But there was none. Only quiet resolve.“Now,” I said, my voice steady even as inside I was swirling with chaos, “we go to them.”Maxwell’s jaw tightened. “Lena—”“I know what you’re going to say,” I interrupted, squeezing his fingers. “But you need to trust me.”His expression darkened. “That’s not the problem. The problem is them. The Council does not give power without receiving something in return.”I swallowed hard. “I’m aware.”“I was like, ‘Then what are we doing here?’ He retracted his hand and desperately ran his fingers through his hair. “You know how they operate. They do not see you as a human being but as a weapon. “They don’t want to follow
I heard my heart pounding inside my ears as I sat in the sterile, icy room, the walls closing in around me. Every breath I took felt heavier than the last, and my chest constricted under the weight of what I’d just consented to. The Council had witnessed my determination, and now was the time for no turning back.Maxwell had been unusually quiet since leaving their headquarters, lost in thoughts far away, no doubt fighting his internal battle between wanting to support me and the gut-curling fear of what we were about to encounter.I watched him from the corner of my eye while we sat in my family’s estate, the quiet between us heavy. The soft crackle of the fireplace was the only noise in the room, yet it did nothing to soothe the tempest within me.“You’re not saying anything,” I said, my voice breaking the tension.Maxwell didn’t look at me. Instead, he gazed into the flames, his face carved in sharp, unyielding shadows.“I don’t gotta say anything, Lena. He sounded flat, lacking em
The morning came too quickly.I hadn’t slept much — none of us had. We could not bring ourselves to rest under the weight of what we were about to do. Shadow’s End. A place that — as Jameson came to write — was not merely dangerous but wrong.And yet that’s where we needed to go.Maxwell spoke first as we gathered in the kitchen of Jameson’s safehouse. “I hate this plan.”Jameson took a sip of his coffee and smiled. “You hate all our plans.”Maxwell shot him a look. “Yeah, but this one? This one is particularly bad.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “We don’t have a choice. Soraya is the only one who might have answers. If she is alive, she is in Shadow’s End. And if she isn’t…” I trailed off. “Then at least we’ll know what became of her.”Maxwell stopped and exhaled sharply, walking the length of the small room. “That is assuming that we return.”I looked at him and kept my voice even. “We will.”He halted his pacing, fixing me with an intent stare. “And what if we don’t?”There was a c
Maxwell stared at me, and so did Jameson, both of them processing what I had just said in their own way. I could see the storm brewing behind Maxwell’s eyes, how his jaw clenched as if he were physically restraining the words. Jameson’s face, though, was inscrutable.I swallowed hard. “I’m aware this is not a perfect plan. I know it’s dangerous. But what choice do we have?”Maxwell raked a hand through his hair, breathing hard. “You keep saying that, Lena. It’s literally this or total annihilation. But you’re asking us to bet everything on a hunch.”I looked up at him, anger surging through my chest. “No. I’m asking you to risk it all on the truth we just discovered. You are fed on something that predates time itself. Because they just will keep sacrificing people so that they can stay in power if we don’t stop them.”Maxwell shook his head. “And you think we’re just going to… what? Break this deal? Kill the Council and pray whoever they’re bound to doesn’t kill the rest of us in the
The journal lay between us on the table. It was like the very weight of truth that it carried had kept pushing down on our chests, cornering us to a reality that we were not prepared for. The stakes had changed — this was no longer about battling for control. It was about survival. And we weren’t just battling the Council.Something much older, far darker, lay behind their power. Something that could rip the world apart if it ever escaped.The journal grew heavier in my instinctive grip, and it seemed as if the pages were whispering secrets to my soul. Secrets I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But I couldn’t walk away now. Not after what we’d learned.Maxwell faced me, jaw set, hands on the lip of the table. His eyes were dark and intense. I saw the conflict swirling in them, the anger, the fear, the frustration. We were both hovering over something. And I didn’t know if either of us was ready to take that last step.“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.
A woman entered, her hood low over her face. She hurried, ghosting through the tables and slipped into the booth directly across from us.I didn’t even have time to respond before she talked.“You shouldn’t be here.”Her voice was low, rough. She pulled aside her hood to show sharp features, dark eyes with something unreadable in them.I studied her. She seemed young — late twenties, maybe — but there was an age to her gaze that belied her face.1“For you know who we are,” I said cautiously.She scoffed. “I know who he is.” Her gaze flicked to Jameson. “And if he brought you here, you’re desperate.”I clenched my jaw. “I need the journal.”She laughed briefly and without humor. “Of course you do.”Jameson exhaled. “Well, listen, we don’t have time for games. The Council—”“I know about the Council,” she said, her voice sharp as glass. “You think I’m not aware of why my parents went missing? Why did I have to spend my whole life running?”I hesitated. “Then you see why we need the jour
With each footfall, the burdens of Black Hollow weighed heavy on me.We walked back to the car without talking, all of us contemplating whatever went through our minds. The napkin Marion had handed me was weighed down with more than its size, holding an address that was a warning as much as a destination.I glanced at Maxwell. His shoulders were tight; his jaw was clenched. He had fought against coming here from the start, but now that we were in Black Hollow’s grip, I could see he was on edge in a way I’d never known before.Jameson walked a step behind, but his calm demeanor held deeper waters. He knew more than he had spoken. I could feel it.“We have to be careful,” Jameson finally said, his voice low. “The thing here… things don’t work as they should.”Maxwell scoffed. “Yeah, no kidding. The road moved to let us in.”Jameson nodded. “That was the easy part.”I paused in my steps and turned to him. “What aren’t you telling us?”Jameson paused and then released a sigh. “This town…
It was still dark when we left that morning.Jameson had given us just the barest facts — enough to reacquaint ourselves with the idea that Black Hollow was the kind of place you didn’t just pick off a map. It was a town erased from the record, that few spoke aloud, muttered between those who trafficked in secrets.A place of disappearance.Maxwell gripped the wheel tightly and set his jaw. He hadn’t said much since we’d made the decision to go, but I could feel his unease in the way he gripped the steering wheel, in the way his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every couple of minutes, as though he was expecting something to be following us.Jameson sat in the back, his face a mask.I gazed out the window as the surrounding scenery faded from city streets to long stretches of highway lined with forest. The farther we traveled, the more the world began to dissolve around us, as if we were moving into something unreal.“How much farther?” I asked finally.Jameson glanced at his watch
Jameson’s words hung in a lead ball in my gut."They disappeared."I let my breath out and concentrated on holding my hands still. “So you mean to tell me the only person who ever tried to take down the Council is dead?”Jameson nodded. “Vanished without a trace.”I shook my head, the frustration simmering under my skin. “Then how do you know they existed at all?”Jameson leaned against the crates, arms crossed. “Because I knew them. And because they left behind something the Council couldn’t quite erase.”Maxwell, who had remained silent until this point, now broke her silence. “Which is?”Jameson shot a glance at him and then at me. “A journal. Notes. Plans. Everything they learned about the Council’s secrets before they vanished.”Inside me, hope flickered, momentary and brittle. “And you have it?”Jameson’s mouth shifted to a not quite smile. “Not exactly.”I narrowed my eyes. “Then where is it?”Jameson sighed. “That’s the problem. They hid it somewhere safe from the Council befo
My father’s words loomed over me like storm clouds. Now, we wait. And we prepare for the moment the Council learns what you’ve done.”I wanted to think that I still had time — a couple of days at least, maybe weeks, before Elias or the others began suspecting the story I had fed them. But deep down, I knew better.I was not only playing with fire.I was on the edge of a blade, waiting for the surely inevitable slip.Maxwell walked back and forth across the length of the study, his agitation evident in each of his paces. My father was standing near the fireplace, arms crossed, eyes on me. My mother remained silent, her fingers clamped around the edge of the chair, her face unreadable.No one had said anything for a few minutes. The silence was suffocating.“Please move,” Maxwell spun, his voice serrated. “So what’s the plan, Lena?”I took a deep breath, trying to control myself. “We keep the lie alive. Until the Council is convinced Jameson is dead, we have the upper hand.”Maxwell gav
The burden of my deception rested heavy in my breast, against my ribs like iron. Perhaps it was because I had walked away from the Council’s headquarters alive, but the truth was watching me everywhere, plowing its way towards its moment to unravel.Maxwell’s words reverberated in my brain. You’re not going to be able to run from this forever.He was right. But I wasn’t running. Not yet.What game was I playing where the only way to win was to last long enough to change the rules.The car ride back to the estate was quiet. Maxwell squatted in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight that I feared he would shatter his teeth. He hadn’t said a word since we’d left the Council, and I didn’t know if that was because he’d been furious with me or afraid about what lay ahead.Eventually, I realized I could no longer bear the quiet.“Say it.”Maxwell didn’t move.“Max,” I pushed. “Just say what’s on your mind.”His voice was low, his fingers tightening against his biceps. “Y