All Chapters of Inlove with the Supposed enemy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Sometimes, the hardest part isn't the fight. It's what comes after."Layla sat by the window, looking out into the darkness. The night was quiet, almost unnervingly so. She could feel the weight of the silence pressing in on her, the stillness only heightening the storm brewing inside her. The calm before the storm, she thought. But was it a battle storm or the storm that would be her soul's fate?She let out a deep sigh and rubbed her temples. There were days when the weight of the prophecy seemed almost too much to bear. Other days, she could feel the pull of her power like a tide rising within her, urging her to step into the unknown, to embrace her destiny. But each time she thought about it, she remembered Tyrrell’s face, the way he always looked at her, the way he made her feel like there was still a chance for normalcy in a world that had gone mad."You’re thinking too much again."Layla turned to find Tyrrell standing in the doorway, his voice low but warm. He had that look o

" Is it a choice, if either way, it leads to destruction?She stood in the dream again, the same endless breadth of dead stretching before her, a sky neither light nor dark, a ground that felt like both air and gravestone beneath her bare bases. She knew this place too well by now. It was where the whispers set up her. Where the weight of her fate pressed against her chest like an unseen force.And tonight, she was not alone.This one stood a many bases down, shrouded in shadow as if the veritably darkness could move and palpitate and flitter as fire, casting no light upon it. There was no face, no point, but its voice felt like ancient stones and heavy- the gathering of the whole world into this one critter with the intent to pass judgment on her." You vacillate."Layla blew air sprucely." Would n't you?"" You formerly know the answer to that."She wrapped her arms around her casket." You keep showing up in my dreams, filling my head with riddles.However, perhaps I would n't be scr

" The wind's changing."Layla turned sprucely at the sound of the voice. Finn stood a many bases down, his arms crossed over his casket, golden eyes surveying the horizon. He was not looking at her, but she knew his words were not just about the weather.She exhaled, folding her arms as well, mirroring his station." I know."The sky above the forest was darkening as thick shadows rolled by, heavy with the pledge of rain. It was not just nature stirring, though- it was something more, deeper. She could feel it, like an itch just beneath her skin. A quiet hum in her bones. The pack felt it too.Finn shifted weight, looking sideways at her." They're nervous. The youngish ones flash back nothing of the last war, were n't in the blood bath."" I am," Layla rumored." And so can you."A silence from Finn, a head nod. also, they'd been youngish; slightly further than pups. Not that it sounded to count to the memories- their sharp pain would noway lose its edge.Behind them, the camp was buzzi

" You feel that?"Garrick's voice was low, tense. The others around him jounced, their faces blench, their bodies tense like strings about to snap. The air itself was charged, thick with something unnatural.Something wrong." She's changing," someone murmured.Nobody dissented.The air was knocked from Tyrrell's lungs. His heart was beating against his caricatures as he goggled at the swirling whirlpool of energy around Layla. It was like nothing he'd ever seen, not when she fought, nor when she healed, nor when she forefelt fractions of the future with those uncanny, knowing eyes.This was different.This was raw.This was dangerous." Layla!" He took a step forward.When he did, the energy around her surged outward, slamming him into the ground and transferring him back ten bases, rolling, heaving as wind was knocked from his lungs." Stay back," she said.Her voice was different now — concentrated, distorted, like further than one person spoke at formerly. The storm around her fli

" Layla, do not do this!" Tyrrell yelled, his voice slightly cutting through the roaring wind that swirled around them. The battleground was a mess of shattered grounds and burning sky, the earth itself moaning beneath the weight of the forces colliding.Layla stood at the center of it all, her body glowing with a dangerous, untamed energy. Her hands were gripped at her sides, sparks of dark and light magic creaking around her fingertips. Her breathing was ragged, her casket rising and falling as though the veritably air fought against her." You do not understand," she rumored, though her voice cut through the chaos like a blade through the dark.However, we lose everything," If I stop now."Tyrrell did not vacillate. He stepped closer, ignoring the sharp sting of magic in the air, the way it hovered to push him back." That is not true. We do not lose everything, Layla. You do. And I will not let that be."Behind them, the battleground raged on. The pack was still locked in a hopeless