/-Alora-/Following Lucien's departure, the woodland was deathly silent, as if the trees were holding their breath. My pulse pounded in my ears, a continuous reminder of the fury brewing within me. His words lingered, like venom oozing into my mind. We'll alter everything together.Randall stood close to me, his black eyes fixed on mine. "You're not thinking about his offer, are you?" His voice was calm, but it was clear that he was frustrated.I did not respond promptly. My intuition told me not to trust anyone, but I couldn't shake the sense of interest he'd aroused in me. He spoke with such confidence that I was drawn in. If Randall is to be believed, and Lucien is attempting to influence me, why do his words seem like the key?"I don't know what I'm thinking about," I eventually muttered, my tone rougher than I had intended. "But one thing I am sure of is that none of you has been telling me the truth."Randall flinched as if I had hit him. "I've done everything to protect you."
/-Alora-/The fire burned slowly on the hearth, casting a dark figure against the stone walls of the chamber. Lucien was gone, but the words he spoke before departing seemed to say it all; they echoed in my mind. Randall sat opposite me, his stiff demeanor heavier than most weights.He had spoken nothing since Lucien's departure, his gaze fixated on the fire as if the flickering flames would reveal an answer to a question neither of us dared to ask. I could feel his uneasiness, a fury simmering just beyond the surface of his skin."Say it," I yelled, shattering the stillness. "Whatever it is you're brooding over, just spit it out."His gaze shifted to me, frigid and calculated. "Do you think you can trust him?""Trust?" I snorted and crossed my arms. "Do you think I trust anyone right now?" Least of all, you?The words ached even as I said them, but they were true. Randall had assisted me, but his reasons were unclear at best. Now that Lucien was involved, the situation had become muc
/-Alora-/I walked down the hallway with a great sense of anxiety. My steps were the only sounds within this prison of Night Terrors. Such pressure-my new power-so weighed upon me, gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Powerful beyond anything else, not yet did it consume me, until I knew just what I faced.Finally, I arrived at the door to Randall's rooms, the only refuge in this fortification where I might find some peace. It creaked as I opened it, and Randall sat up by the fire, his face lit by the broken shadows of the flames. He was the picture of a king: brooding, strong, remote; and yet, in that strength, there seemed a part of him broken.His sight, his bearing, nudged surface and depth within me anew. The truth of my bloodline, the reports of a problem beyond untangling, my next step forward-all spoke to question. This pull toward him was obvious, as if our fates were interwoven in ways I had not even started to understand."Alora, " he said low, with an almost growl to his vo
/-Alora-/I didn't move from that door; all I felt was the weight of tension in the air. Allison. Even the term makes my stomach turn, and something inside heaves, a gnawing in the abdomen, as the storm gathers momentum from afar.Randall stood between us, his body tensed and his gaze fixated on Allison. He didn't need to say anything to make me understand he knew her. He knew her quite well."Why are you here?" Randall talked quietly and calmly, but it was clear he was furious.Allison smiled, but it wasn't a cheerful grin but one full of secrets. "I think you know why, Randall." She glanced at me for a minute, as if solving a conundrum in her head. "And, Alora, I believe you will soon realize that you have picked the wrong side in this.Her words sent shivers down my spine as the significance of what she said dawned on me gradually. "What do you mean?" I said, though my voice was considerably weaker than I had hoped.She didn't respond to the inquiry but closed in a bit as if she wa
/Alora/Allison's words continued to replay in my head, long after she disappeared into nothingness. The warning replayed in my mind as I trailed behind Randall out of the room, unable to clear the mess from inside with the pack on edge and not with the weight of the growing tension pressing down upon us. Every step felt heavier. Each breath felt shallow because the air felt different now that she was here.Randall quickened his pace the closer we came to the northern edge of the clearing, where Celia was already standing with a knot of warriors, circling in grave formation around something that lay upon the ground. My heart plummeted at the sight of her face, pale, her eyes deep with concern."What happened?" Randall demanded.Celia only threw a backward glance at me hastily. "You need to see this for yourself."The group parted, showing the mangled remains of a pack member. Blood drenched the earth below him, his body rent apart with an almost surgical precision. My belly churned,
/-Alora-/The only sounds in the clearing were the heavy breaths of the fighters and the soft rustling of the leaves. It was creepy that the creature's ash was still in the air, telling us of the recent fight. My hands still shook with the power flowing through me as the last few flames fizzled and then went out.His eyes looked deep into my soul, looking for things I didn't even know I had. "Alora, talk to me," he begged in a quiet, pressing tone."What do you want me to say?" I growled, and the high energy level made my words sharper. "That I knew this was going to happen?" Do I understand any of it? I don't because..."Celia took a step closer, her face covering worry and caution. "Please answer, Alora. That creature targeted you. It knew your name. Why?"I don't know!" I screamed, my voice breaking under it all. "All I know is this curse, power is wrapped inside me in ways I couldn't say. But I didn't ask for this."Randall's jaw had tightened, yet his voice came softer. "Then we
/-Alora-/The stillness after Allison had left was overwhelming. The heavy cloud she had brought in had cleared, but the discomfort stayed, clinging to me like a straitjacket. I couldn't get over what she said: "You've opened the door." You'll have to cope with whatever comes through."What does she mean?" I inquired, my tone barely above a whisper.Randall's jaw tightened, his gaze moving around the clear side as if she may appear at any minute. "She's playing with us; she's trying to unsettle us.""But what if it isn't?" I responded, my voice rising as my chest tightened from terror. "What if I did? unlock something?"Randall looked at me, his eyes both irritated and alarmed. "Alora, listen to me. This curse, the visions, and the power are all meant to drive you mad. To consume you. It is not going to happen.It was easy for him to say that he wasn't experiencing anarchy inside of him, ready to burst forth at the most inconvenient moment. I took one sharp breath and attempted to cal
/-Alora-/His presence was like an old wound reopening, terrible and forceful. He stood in the clearing, and every aspect was a reminder of pain and treachery. My heart raced in my ears, and I clenched my teeth to meet his stare."I knew you'd come back eventually," I murmured, icily calm despite the fury raging within my thoughts.Tyrone pulled his head to face her, smiling weakly. "Alora, did you miss me?" Did you miss the problems I brought with me?Randall snarled low and menacingly, but I lifted my hand to signal stillness. This was my struggle to fight. My past and my anguish."What do you want, Tyrone?" I asked. "You have caused enough damage already."He approached closer, his motions slow and deliberate. "Destroyed? No, Alora. I made you. I made you who you are. Stronger. Sharper. And yet, you cling to this." He gazed at Randall, his expression filled with contempt. "This is a weak way of protection.Randall growled and snarled, but I moved quickly and stood in front of him.
/-Alora-/It felt like a physical weight was pressing down on me as I moved back and forth in my room because the air was so charged.Randall turned to see Patrick sitting in the corner, reading a big book that Patrick had borrowed from Randall. He looked at me every once in a while, and his face showed that he was worried and angry.He said it again, "You are going to fall into depression if you don't stop overthinking," but he didn't even look at me."It doesn't matter to me if I did!" I fired back. "Who would I trust, and when will all the steps stop leading me into a trap I wasn't aware of?"Patrick put up his hand, closed the book, and let out a big sigh. That means it's okay for you to question Randall. But there's nothing wrong with what you're doing, Alora. Talking about things that may be beyond your control will simply allow the Allisons of the world to continue to be in charge."The very sound of her calling my name on her lips made me feel as if a gut drop. After she rev
/-Alora-/The room was filled with a heavy aura of silence. I sat at the edge of my bed and looked outside the cracked window. I kept hearing Randall's words: "You don't have to forgive me, Alora; I never meant to hurt you."How many times had I heard lies like that? So you are not different from Tyrone, the man who said he would love me but didn't keep his word? Randall, the one person I thought might be different, has also betrayed me.Patrick was leaning against the doorframe, and as he moved, his shadows cast a scary look in the dim light. He had a strange way of walking into any room and oozing confidence.He told me in a soft voice, "You can't stay here and pout." ‘If you’re going to face this,’ as you said, ‘you need clarity."Clarity?" I laughed, staring at him. "Clarity about what, Patrick? That Randall played me? That he’s just like Tyrone?" I choked.Patrick sighed, running his hand through the strands of his hair that had fallen on his face before approaching. He stood be
/-Alora-/Allison's words hit us like a weight and made my breath skip. That was the first time I felt like I could not believe what I heard. A bond of fate? With Randall?The fact that Randall didn't make eye contact with me made me think that he knew this was ridiculous.I knew he told me this when we first met, but I thought it was one of his stupid jokes because I was a slave in the pack at the time. Now Allison was proving it and making plans to stop it for real.Anyone could have said or done something, so they just stood there in silence. But the silence was broken by Patrick's first words, which he said in a low, strained voice. "Are there still some things we don't know?"I turned towards him and looked into his eyes, and my hands were trembling as I looked for some sensible reply. "I don't know," I said, barely raising my voice above a whisper. “That,” he said, “is the first time I have ever heard such a thing.”“Oh, that’s very convenient,” Allison jeered, crossing her arms
/-Alora-/The battlefield was dead silent, thick with the smell of blood and ash. Tyrone's body lay before me, his death weighing upon my chest like an anchor. The blade in my hand was still warm, the metal of it shaking as though it too had carried the vibration of his dying breath.“Alora.”Randall's voice was low beside me, calm and stable. His hand wrapped the side of mine, a touch without a touch, and yet it was enough to draw me out of the haze that threatened to gobble me up.“It's done,” he said, his eyes level.“For now,” I said, my voice empty.Randall didn’t argue. He rarely did. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence offering a strange sense of warmth. For someone who had once been my oppressor, Randall had become more.I turned to face him, my grip weakening on the blade until it fell to the ground with a dull thud. “What now?”He cocked his head, watching me with those storm-gray eyes that always saw too much. “Now, you rest.”A bitter laugh broke from me. “Rest? Afte
/-Alora-/When Tyrone fell, no one spoke or cheered. It felt like guilt; it was heavy and real, and it pulled at me like a weight around my neck. Finally, I got up from the floor. My muscles were shaking like chicken meat, and I was still thinking about how bad what I did was. My husband, you fooled me, and then you tortured me, but now Tyrone is no more. Taken over by the force I had always tried to avoid and the force I was now embracing so fiercely.This stared back at me even while I stood in triumph—my win, their defeat, a hollow feeling in my chest. There can't be any element of victory herein, having destroyed a man who had taken from me all the things I held dear. It wasn't even a steady memory of laughing, and yet it mastered me; it still does. And the loss of Lila by my side still feels all too real. Being apart from her hurt so much that it can't even be put into words. Whatever I won or whatever I lost, a war whatsoever the number of wars I was fighting, she's already
/-Alora-/I couldn't afford to be afraid of Tyrone, even though his shadow was contagious, and the world around me whirled around me like a swift whirl, with motions, darkness, and, finally, disarray. My entire being felt alive, with electricity pulsing through my veins.Tyrone's return wasn't because he felt sorry for his actions; it was because Alison's child had been torn apart by a supernatural force in the form of a beast. Randall seemed totally at ease beside me, his stare never leaving me, as if he sensed the increasing force inside me. I could feel him; he was at my side, and the latter's whispered words of support reminded me that I was not alone.Tyrone looked at me, grinned, and laughed loudly—a loud, raw laugh that made my skin crawl. He was told by a seer that his family was bound to a curse and only Alora could break it.But instead of him apologizing and begging for my help, he's here trying to demonstrate his power.'Do you think this is your triumph, Alora?' Oh, yo
/-Alora-/The earth spun when we ambushed the first wave of enemy combatants from where we stood on the forest's edge.I waited breathlessly for a response, but all sounds had stopped, and my heart was hammering. The wind blew harder, whirling my hair, and then tens of thousands of Shadowborn troops appeared in the darkness, wearing black armor."Stay close," Randall said, and his hold tightened; his palm was again on my back, forcing me closer to the tree line. The warmth of his flesh under my hands was comforting, but the force that drew us together was perilous—each stride toward this conflict, each inhalation in the face of death, was a live wire."I don't need protection," I screamed at him, wanting to break free from his grip for whatever purpose he had, but my voice lacked the bite I needed. The fact was that I needed him. I took interest in him more than I wanted to acknowledge.His lips formed what could only be described as a grin, but it did not touch the icy, hard-to-see
/-Alora-/The morning came too quickly, as it often did with the world's weight on my shoulders. The musty scent of moist dirt and pine in the air only added to my anxiety.I'm not a good sleeper; my spirit is awake, fearing what awaits me tomorrow. I no longer held any illusions. This was not just a battle for dominance or territory, but for survival.For the future. And with each passing second, the future appeared to move too slowly.Randall had been such a devoted friend; he had stayed close, but that alone could not erase the icy darkness deep within me. What happens if we fail? What if flipping a coin on a bridge didn't result in eternal bliss but rather a pile of useless metal after the losses we were willing to accept?I noticed him sitting near the fire, whittling with the edge of his blade. His jaw was firm, and his eyes were small but focused. We both felt silenced and burdened by the upcoming events."I barely spoke to you at all today," he said after I'd been staring out
/-Alora-/A little voice brought the sense of sleeping to life, as did the sound of the wind crawling through the leaves of the trees, ultimately waking me up.Randall's arm, stretched around my waist, was the sole solid object in a universe that was quickly becoming too vast and unknowable.I could still feel his fingertips against my skin and taste his lips as if a link had been woven between us that could not be simply untied.But the words of the robed creatures weighed heavily on my imagination. It is up to you, Alora, and that is where you will make your decision. Power is costly. Their foreboding message hung over everything, dimming the brilliant flame of oneness we had.This time, I shifted slightly sideways to avoid disturbing Randall. It began to profoundly affect me; I then focused on his chest, rising and falling in steady breaths before exhaling; I allowed myself to relax for a second.I realized that he had always provided me with the steadiness that I lacked when thing