His Eyes,My Destiny

Chapter 11: Moonburn

Alina’s POV

I dreamt in flame.

Not the kind that burns.

The kind that awakens.

The moon hovered low and blood-red in the sky. I stood in a circle of fire, my bare feet touching cracked stone etched with symbols I somehow understood. My mark pulsed on one wrist…

And then, a second began to form on the other.

“What are you?” a voice whispered in my head.

“What the moon made,” I whispered back.

When I woke, my skin was glowing.

Not bright — just faint silver veins under the surface, moving like whispers under my flesh. I blinked, gasping, sweat clinging to my skin.

Jaxon was already there.

His eyes widened when he saw me.

“Alina…” he breathed. “You’re moonburned.”

The Council had no answers. Only stares. Only silence.

Only fear.

“Moonburn,” one of the elders finally said, “hasn’t happened in two hundred years. The last one to carry it… died unraveling.”

My body felt like it was on fire, but I was cold. So cold.

Jaxon refused to leave my side. He didn’t even flinch when the silver veins began to glow brighter beneath my skin.

“You’re not unraveling,” he said. “You’re evolving.”

I wanted to believe him.

But that night, the whispers returned — louder than ever.

“Two eyes. Two bonds. One fate.”

And in the mirror, I saw her again.

My reflection.

Smiling.

But it wasn’t twisted this time.

It was waiting.

And somewhere, in a ruined temple buried beneath ash and bone, Darius knelt before an altar.

“The second mark has awakened,” he said.

A shadow moved behind him. Eyes silver as frost. Voice ancient.

“Then the seal is breaking… and she won’t survive the third trial.”