The moon hung low—bloated and blood-tinged—as Hollowmere trembled beneath its cursed light.
Jace stared at the water's edge, his reflection rippling like the thoughts inside him. He’d survived war. Betrayal. Death.
But he wasn’t sure he could survive this—his son looking at him like a stranger.
“We’ll get him back,” Quinn said, voice tight, exhausted. “We have to.”
He didn’t answer. Because hope was a fragile thing. And right now, it felt like ash in his mouth.
Rowan: The Ghost of Himself
Rowan sat under the boughs of an ancient pine, the wolf figurine resting on his thigh. The woods should’ve felt like home—but everything inside him screamed foreign.
He could still feel the bond to his parents—it tugged at something deeper than memory. But it was like looking through someone else’s
