Chapter: 18 ****** TALON: As I lay there, the sounds of the pack faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heart and the quiet rustle of grass beneath me. I struggled to catch my breath, the weight of my failures pressing down harder than ever. The trainees' laughter felt like a distant echo, and I was left alone in my thoughts, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy surrounding me. “Get up, Talon! You can’t stay down forever!” Knight’s voice cut through the haze, filled with a mix of urgency and encouragement. I glanced up to see him approaching, his expression a blend of pity and anger that made his features twist into an unrecognizable expression for a moment. “Come on! You have to move!” Knight reached out and tugged at my arm, gently encouraging me to get up, but it wasn’t enough to pull me from my spot on the ground, not really. Especially since he pulled on the shoulder that I had just twisted when I fell. “I... I can’t,” I admitted the words escaping my li
Chapter: 19 ****** VALE: Forced apart and separated from my other half, they attempted to seal me away forever, ensuring I would never be part of Virgil’s life. They may have succeeded in tearing me from Altair, but they cannot keep me away from Virgil—he is my destiny. I found him long before I was reborn into this world, and I hate them for what they have done to us. Now, I cannot return to my body because of the bonding runes that loom over Altair, a poison keeping me at a distance. To protect Virgil, I must remain close to him. Where he goes, I must go. Even without a body or the means to use my runes, I floated on the sea alongside him, leaving my physical form behind. Only Virgil matters; he is the reason I am here. If he isn’t a part of this world we have just come to know, then that means I, too, cannot exist in it. For days we floated, and I began to fear that I had lost him—that he might never wake up again. But my will was stronger than any doubt. A spirit wolf is gi
Chapter: 20 ******* TALON: I drifted in and out of consciousness, the world around me hazy and indistinct. Flashes of light pierced the darkness, and I could hear muffled voices that felt far away like whispers carried on the wind. I wanted to reach out, to grasp the threads of reality, but my body felt heavy, as though I were submerged in a dream. At some point, the darkness began to recede, and I found myself lying on a soft surface. The scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils—sharp and sterile. I blinked slowly, trying to focus as my surroundings came into view. The room was dimly lit, punctuated by the faint beeping of machines surrounding me, monitoring my every breath. “—needs more nourishment. He can’t recover without it,” a voice came from nearby, clear and commanding. I turned my head slightly, my muscles protesting at the movement, and saw a woman in a white coat leaning over me. Her brow was furrowed in concentration; I recognized her as Dr. Larkin, the camp's chief p
Chapter: 21 ******* TALON: The weight of the world pressed down on my chest as I lay in bed, the familiar scent of my sheets mingling with the metallic tang of my tears. I didn’t care that I was ruining them; I barely cared about anything anymore. All that mattered was this suffocating grief that wrapped itself around me like a shroud. I let the tears fall, my face buried in the fabric, wishing that if I cried enough, I could wash away the memory of that fateful afternoon—the moment I had bitten into Altair. Regret clawed at me, a relentless beast gnawing at my insides. I should have known better. I should have fought harder against the instinct that drove me to him. If only I had turned away, if only I had resisted the urge, maybe I wouldn’t be drowning in this sea of anguish. The blood on my cheeks was a harsh reminder of my choice, each drops a witness to my weakness. The weight on my chest grew heavier still, threatening to crush me from the inside out. My hands shook uncontr
Chapter: 22 ******* VALE: I hovered quietly beside Virgil, watching as he lay on his bed, lost in a world of despair. Moonlight filtered through the thin crack in the curtains, illuminating his face, which was marred by blood tears that glistened against his pale skin. My heart ached at the sight—a sensation that felt foreign in this dainty existence. I longed to reach out, to wrap my spirit around him and offer some semblance of comfort, but I was bound to this realm, a mere whisper of what I once was. He cried softly, the sound breaking my heart. I felt the weight of his burdens pressing down on him, manifesting as a heaviness that filled the room. I wished I could tell him that he wasn’t alone, that I was still with him in some way, but my voice couldn’t pierce the veil between our worlds. All I could do was watch as he wiped away his tears, the blood staining the sheets. If only I hadn't pushed him to Altair that afternoon, I thought, my spirit twisting with regret. I had w
Chapter: 23 ****** TALON: --- The world around me melted away, replaced by a dense fog that clung to my skin like an unwelcome shroud. I felt my consciousness slip, not into sleep, but into something deeper—a dream that was not entirely mine. Shadows flickered at the edges of my vision, whispers of a time long forgotten. And then, like the snapping of a twig beneath a heavy foot, I was thrown into another life. I stood not as I am now, but as the rogue I once was in a dense forest, the scent of pine and earth thick in the air. The trees loomed above me, their branches entwined like guardians, cloaking my presence in a veil of darkness. I could feel the cool evening breeze rustle through the leaves, but it was not the chill that sent shivers down my spine; it was the pulse of danger thrumming through the ground beneath my feet. A primal instinct surged within me, alerting me to the boundary I had unwittingly crossed. I was not alone. Beside me, two companions moved with
Chapter: 24 ***** TALON: Bound in chains that clinked and cluttered with each reluctant step I took. The metal bit into my wrists, a cruel reminder of my fate, and I felt the weight of the warriors’ disdain heavy upon my heart. They dragged me toward the entrance of the Silvermoon Pack's dungeons, their eyes glinting with satisfaction at my capture. The clinking of the chains echoed like a mournful song in the stillness of the night. With each step, I felt the weight of my fate pressing down on me, the dread of the dungeon looming ever closer. But at that moment, as they marched me toward the dark mouth of my imprisonment, my eyes fell upon a figure that seemed to light up the shadows around me. A young man stood before me, his presence both commanding and gentle, radiating strength. His eyes—oh, those eyes! A mesmerizing blend of white and blue, like the moonlit sky reflected on a calm lake. They held a depth that stirred something deep within my heart, a yearning I had never
Chapter: 25 ***** TALON: The dreams shifted yet again. The days that followed Vale’s daring rescue blurred into an endless cycle of longing and heartache. Each night, as darkness cloaked the world, I found myself haunted by memories of him—his touch, his smile, and those mesmerizing eyes that had ignited something deep within me. I felt adrift, a rogue without purpose, consumed by the desire to see him again. Every night, I crept to the borders of the Silvermoon territory, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope. I would stand on the precipice, gazing into the shadows, yearning for a glimpse of the boy who had set my soul ablaze. The moonlight would illuminate the trees like a silver veil, and I would strain my ears, listening for any sign of Vale’s presence—a whisper of movement, the rustle of leaves, anything that might signal he was near. But each time I ventured too close, the warriors of the Silvermoon Pack were there to catch me. Their scornful eyes glinted in the d