All Chapters of FURY OF THE HEART: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elara’s POVThe room's tension was suffocating. My pulse accelerated and the awareness struck like a gut-punch. "What actually is this? You're here, Gideon, why? What is happening?"He glanced at me, the fire in his eyes blazing more brilliantly. "I'm here since only I can make this right, Elara."Another voice emanated from the gateway before I could reply." fix what, Gideon?" A voice I knew that chilled my spine.I whirled around to find Finn staring at me from a terrible face. He seemed not shocked to see Gideon. He seemed... dejected."'Finn?" Whispering, my heart jumping in my chest. He ought to have arrived here first. He ought to have been with me guiding me towards clarity.His eyes softened momentarily, but the rage remained just barely under control. "Don't listen to him, Elara," Finn whispered, his voice hoarse with feeling. "Gideon is playing his own game, and you do not want to participate in it."Gideon, however, only grinned. "It is too late for that, Finn. The game is

Elara’s POVBella didn’t even look at him. Her cold gaze was locked firmly on me. "I’m giving you one last chance, Elara," she said, her voice like ice. "You can join me, and we’ll walk away from this unscathed. Or you can keep fighting, and everyone you care about will fall."Her words echoed in the room, their meaning sinking into me like poison. A choice. A choice between trusting the people I loved or following Bella into a world that could swallow me whole."I’ll never join you," I said, the words coming out sharper than I’d intended, but the weight of the decision was already pressing down on me.Bella’s lips curled into a smile, but it was empty. "Then we’ll see how long your loyalty lasts, Elara. You’ll break. They all do."Before I could respond, one of the cloaked figures stepped forward. They moved with such precision, so quickly, I barely had time to react.Hunter shifted, his eyes widening, but it was too late. The figure raised a hand, and the room was plunged into darkn

Elara’s POVThe blackness is strangling and compressing on my chest as the cold air whirls about us. The males in front of me—Gideon, Finn, and Hunter—have scarcely noticeable shapes. But I feel their weight on my spirit sucking me in and anchoring me. Finn replies, "I told you not to trust her," with a sharp, furious edge. "Now take stock of her achievements.” I feel the hurt of betrayal; his words cut right through me. I start to explain myself, when Gideon's grip on my arm cuts me off. "I didn't," I say. Although his touch is nice, it has little effect on warming my blood. Enough, Gideon declares with the hardness of stone. We have no time for this. Right now, our choices are few. My heart hammering in my chest, I look at him. What do you mean? What is happening? Apart from this? Gideon doesn't flinch even if the tension between us is strong enough to cut with a knife. Elara, it surpasses all of us. Bella influences more than we could have possibly dreamed. She is

Elara’s POVI shake my head trying to keep a cool head. Not yours is what I mean. Here I am a special person. I choose my own road. " Do you? " He approaches, his eyes never straying from mine. Why would you then be running back to me? You see it, do you not? Our relationship is quite strong. Frustration bubbling up, I hold my hands at my sides. "I won't be any pawn in your game going forward." Gideon's body presses into mine while he grabs me tighter. Still, I can sense the fire; his raw strength flowing from his arms is still something indistinct. Something I'm unsure of. Gideon adds silently, his voice a loud growl: "You don't have to be a pawn, Elara." One never needs to be. Lucas's words and presence are like a lifeline I'm clinging on, even as his influence pulls me away. I truly feel it, though. the draw, they want to see Lucas. To surrender to the anarchy he advocates. Something dangerous and careless has always drawn me to him. And still awake and living

Elara’s POVGideon's eyes soften briefly before his jaw closes with intense frustration. "I'm not here to boss you, Elara. Said another way, you should be careful. To genuinely be oneself once more. But suppose I no longer know my own self? Whispers, with my voice hardly heard. I fought them back, but I could feel tears beckoning to drop. "What if I am not the person I used to be?" Everything moves fast as the door smashes open with great power. The atmosphere of the room changes; black and terrible energy fills all around us. Deep down, I know this is the peril I have been sensing—something worse than I have ever experienced—but I cannot plainly see a shadow spanning the entrance. Gideon's hand immediately reaches my side; his body is orienting to cover me. Lucas remains still, his gaze fixed on the man almost within the threshold. Lucas answers, his voice low and hateful. "You'm too late." "She's mine." The man moves completely inside the room, the dim light highligh