Chapter 101
Elowen POV
MacCrae Coven Forest, Scotland
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The air was thick with mossy magic and the echo of ancient trees, the kind of silence that hummed with life. My bare feet barely touched the earth as we entered the woods again, me and my three mates, now soul bound, our energy coiled together like braided thread. We had trained hard yesterday, but something inside me had changed. Shifted.
No. Awakened.
I could feel Lachlan’s magic pulsing softly under my skin, a steady thrum of elemental force. Daxon’s strength was a low growl in my bones, his steady dominance grounding me. And Ashrian… his shadows danced just beneath the surface of my senses, protective and always watching.
We could all speak through the bond now mind to mind, but this… this was deeper. Now, I felt every flicker of emotion. Every heartbeat. Their love, their fear, their pride, woven into the fabric of who I was. It made my own magic sing.
I stretched out my arms as the morning sun spilled through the tree canopy like spilled gold. Lyssira howled in delight in my head. “Let’s show them what we’re made of, sister.”
Lachlan was teaching Daxon how to call fire now, his Scottish brogue thick with approval. “Ye’ve got the spark, wolf. Ye just need the stop thinkin‘ like a soldier and feel it. Magic’s a song, nae a weapon.”
Ashrian stood barefoot on a mossy boulder, practicing air magic. Wind curled around him like a lover’s embrace, lifting his hair, tugging at his shirt. He looked like a prince of storms.
And me? I took a breath. A deep, soul filling inhale. My feet shifted, my bare toes digging into the earth. The pulse of the forest kissed my skin. The spirits came again..first a fox, then a stag, then a dozen other creatures of magic and legend. They didn’t fear me. They recognized me.
And I moved. I spun through the clearing, my hands raised, my body dancing on instinct. I wasn’t casting. I wasn’t thinking. I was just……
being.
Magic spilled from me in waves, flowers blooming in a spiral at my feet with each step. Vines curled up my arms like jewelry. The air shimmered. Trees bent slightly toward me as if in prayer. Lyssira howled in awe, proud and fierce.
“You are the goddess’s chosen, Elowen. Let them see it.”
I didn’t hear my mates calling me. I didn’t see the coven gathering at the edge of the woods, drawn in by the sudden surge of magic. I was a storm wrapped in grace, dancing across the forest like a forgotten deity.
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When I finally collapsed, breathless and spent, I didn’t feel myself hit the mossy ground. I barely registered the herd of deer laying around me protectively, their eyes glowing like embers in the fading light.
And when I opened my eyes, I saw the faces of my mates. Wide eyed. Silent. Reverent.
“Elowen…” Daxon whispered, his voice broken with awe.
Lachlan knelt beside me, brushing hair from my face. “Ye’ve no idea what ye just did, lass,” he murmured. “But the forest will remember
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Chapter 101
yer name.”
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Ashrian’s eyes gleamed, silver and wet. “You’re not just powerful, love… you’re becoming. Something more.”
I blinked up at them, still dazed. “I just… felt free.” And from the shadows, I swore I heard the forest whisper back.
“So did we.”
The moment we stepped back onto coven land, something in the air shifted. Like the earth itself had taken a breath. All around us, witches, mages, children, elders, every single member of the MacCrae coven, turned toward me.
And then, one by one… they bowed. Even my mates. Lachlan lowered his head first, then Daxon, then Ashrian. The weight of it hit me like a damn avalanche. Reverence. Worship. Fear.
My lungs locked. My skin felt too tight. This wasn’t pride swelling in my chest. It was panic. I took a staggering step back, shook my head
“No…” I whispered, but it came out hoarse.
And then I ran. Lyssira howled mournfully in my head, begging me to stay. I couldn’t.
Like lightning cutting across the sky, I bolted, using vampire speed, through the trees, over roots and stones, past the whispering spirits who called my name. My breath burned, my heart thundered, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
I didn’t know where I was going until I burst into a moss drenched clearing I hadn’t seen before. The trees arched in a circle, ancient and silent. The moss glowed faintly, lit by drifting specks of forest magic.
And I collapsed. My knees hit the earth. My fists sank into the moss. And I sobbed. I screamed to the sky. Ugly, broken, gut wrenching sobs that tore straight from my soul.
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7 days ago
Her damn mood swings are giving me whiplash. Either embrace or give up. This back and forth is getting old.
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