/-Alora-/The shockwave landed hard, quaking my bones. I swayed, squinting my eyes against the bright light that enveloped the battlefield. For that instant, everything was still while the chaos inside my head turned down the loud sounds of the fight. My wolf growled uneasily, willing and ready to launch an attack on whatever this was; I just could not clear my head.I could hardly stand.As the light vanished, it left in the air a shiny mist; my heart sank. Right in the middle of that battlefield, a huge crack appeared, dark and scary. It was as if reality tore it open, showing something different behind a world I couldn't fully understand."Alora!" Randall's voice cut through the muddle in my head.I turned to him. Still standing upright, he was covered in blood, his eyes wide with fear as shock and anger froze upon his face. "What is that?" he shouted, pointing at the rift."I don't know," I said, my voice hoarse. "But I just don't think we're ready for it."He laughed loudly fro
/-Alora-/I struggled through a chain of activities whirled in a haze about me, my breath coming in great, ragged gasps, while my mind whipped thoughts at me from every direction. It was as if some instinct had taken over my body alone, urging it to flee from oncoming danger looming, ready to overwhelm in its wake.Still, the cold, gnawing fear that clawed at my chest whispered to me that the real fight was not outside on the field, that it was here in this camp, where the crack might split us asunder unless we acted timely.Randall’s voice lingered in my mind, his final words resonating through the relentless pounding in my ears: “You’re the only one who can stop this.”But how?How might I have hoped to stop that which had been so long in coming? Lucien had known; he had engineered it all, and now the demons were coming, inexorably summoned by the rift, fluttering toward the light like moths about an electric flame. We cannot shut it; find some means of severing that bond to that
/-Alora-/Lucien spoke harsh words to the camp and hearing his voice twist the word cut through my guts like a knife. “You’ve lost.” The words he said sank deep in my ears, each word more painful than the prick of any knife. How could he say that? After everything?I clenched my hand around the air in front of me, and I felt the beat of the rip beneath me. The energy was wild, like the electric current kept reeled up, ready to leave. But there was something else, something in the way he stood there, too calm, too confident, that struck her as odd. This man already appeared to understand something I had yet to find.I noticed this and tried to breathe deeply to calm myself. Focus, Alora. Sometimes, I could feel my wolf—that animalistic urge that had always been a part of me but had always been so well hidden. But there was something else now—something more. One—a link that is strong and unbreakable—to the split itself. And that, I understood, I could shut it, to pull the plug on wh
/-Alora-/It was quiet, painfully so, after the events that led to the destruction of the split.Everywhere it was quiet, even the sound of my breathing seemed loud in my ears, as if the noise that followed the bursts of light was missing.It was difficult to determine whether it was my moving head or whether the world around me was changing as a result of everything that had happened. My hands shook, the energy of the split running through my blood still, but there was a malicious undertone.In the attempt to get up from the floor, I noticed that the world was still spinning, and I fell off the floor again. My knees fell from under me, and I started choking as if my airways were closed; I could barely see. What had just happened? Had I done it? Had I truly sealed the rift?That last burst had felt like something ripping from the very core of my soul, some part of me that had been linked to the rift for far too long. But now… now I wasn’t sure. I was sure of only one thing: the pull
/-Alora-/The moon hung high in the forest, above the trees and Randall's and my head. It gave off a pale glow. The air around me was tense, and the sound of the wind whistling through the branches made my heart beat faster. My heart was beating fast because of Tyrone, the choices I had, or maybe the truth that was slowly killing me.Randall was sitting next to me, but I could feel him a million miles away. I could feel how hot he was and how stiff his shoulders were, but his eyes were closed and looked like they were looking far away. When Tyrone's shadow showed up, it seemed like the connection we had made with him at the start of our meeting was instantly broken.I went over to tell him and asked him what he thought he was doing, but the words didn't make sense to me. I couldn't ask him to reassure me when I was completely lost in thought. When could I trust him when just being around him every day was a scandal that reminded me of how long I've been caught in a web of lies?Si
/-Alora-/The air was so thick that it was hard to breathe when I saw the figure in front of me. It was lit by the moonlight and its eyes were empty. But every cell in my body told me to run away, fight, and get the hell out of there, but I couldn't move. It felt like I was locked up right there."What are you?" Even though my voice was shaking, I didn't want to seem weak. Given how much I had already lost, I didn't need to show fear right now.I started to see the figure more clearly through the fog that was blocking my view as it got closer. It was the person who should have been a memory. I remembered the man’s face, but age had marred it, changed it. His eyes used to look young, but they were mean and narrowed, and his hair was getting thinner and whiter. But there was no doubt of it. Even though I hadn't seen him in a few years, I knew right away who it was.“Alora.” The figure muttered, and the mere mention of my name on his lips brought an unusual shiver down my spine. “It’s m
/-Alora-/It was clear that the atmosphere was tense: you could have heard a pin drop if the silence was any thicker. With each action, I seemed to be in a more profound state of drudge, as if the new claim of lineage, the understanding of what my father is and what he wants for me, had grounded me to the earth. My head was spinning with everything I had just learned, from the family to the power, the secrets that had been never spoken of for so long. But none of it seemed to matter as what was coming loomed. My father’s return helped me join a past I was unprepared for, but it is too late to leave now.The only thing and the person who kept me calm all the time was Randall beside me. He had his left hand on the grip of his sword though he kept his gaze on the trees surrounding us seemingly expecting an enemy attack at any time. I still felt that I knew a storm was brewing somewhere, something that would force me to take a choice I would not want to take.We moved further and dee
/-Alora-/I thought that the road in front of me was covered in darkness. The farther we went into the woods, the more silent it got until it was almost too much to bear. Every step we took felt harder than the last, like we had risen from the water and were slogging through something heavy we couldn't name. I could feel the weight of the whole world on my shoulders, but I didn't know how much longer. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff between two worlds because the words about my bloodline kept playing over and over in my head. In a bad way.I didn't know that man—his mysterious threats and words that kept going through my head like smoke. However, the power he claimed existed, the one he said already resided in me… I had to know more. I had to understand what this meant for me, Randall, and everything we stood for.There was silence between the two men. Randall stayed a few steps behind them, his eyes fixed ahead and his face without any expression. Since the abov
/-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