Chapter Five – Fire in the Circle
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The wind rose the moment their hands locked.
Dust lifted from the ground and spun around the stone circle. The sky darkened too fast for a normal sunset. Wolves watching from a distance stepped back, unease spreading through the crowd.
Sera felt the bond strike like lightning under her skin.
She did not pull away.
“Focus,” she said through her teeth.
Killian’s grip tightened slightly. “I am.”
Caspian closed his eyes. “The scroll said blood seals it.”
Darius glanced at Sera. “Yours?”
She nodded once.
Without hesitation, she drew the small blade from her belt and cut her palm. The sting was sharp but steady. She did not flinch.
Killian’s jaw hardened. “Don't hesitate.”
“I don’t have the luxury,” she replied.
She pressed her bleeding palm to the center stone.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then the stone glowed faint red.
The air cracked.
A scream tore through the crowd behind them.
Sera’s head snapped toward the sound.
One of the infected wolves had begun convulsing violently. Black veins crawled up his neck.
“That’s not normal,” Darius muttered.
The wind shifted. The scent changed.
Sera’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t just a plague.”
Caspian opened his eyes sharply. “You think it’s altered?”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s reacting.”
The stone beneath her hand pulsed harder.
Killian looked toward the fallen wolf. “Guards, hold him down.”
But the wolf did not stay down.
His body twisted unnaturally. Bones cracked. Fur burst from his skin.
He shifted.
Not into a normal wolf.
Into something darker.
The crowd scattered.
“That’s no ordinary change,” Darius said.
Sera stepped back from the stone, breaking contact.
The glow faded instantly.
“It’s feeding off fear,” she said quickly. “The ritual triggered it.”
The transformed wolf lunged at the nearest healer.
Killian moved first.
He intercepted the creature midair, slamming it into the ground with brutal force. The earth shook.
Caspian drew a blade and moved with precision. “It’s stronger than it should be.”
Darius shifted partially, claws extending. “It doesn’t feel natural.”
Sera watched carefully.
The black veins pulsed beneath the creature’s fur.
“It’s corrupted,” she said. “This isn't an illness. It’s controlled.”
Killian pinned the wolf down, but it fought wildly.
“Control by who?” he demanded.
Sera’s face went cold.
“Someone who knows our rituals.”
The creature let out a twisted snarl and broke free, striking Killian across the chest. He barely staggered.
Darius tackled it from the side.
“End it,” Caspian said sharply.
Sera stepped forward.
“Wait.”
All three looked at her.
She crouched near the creature, ignoring the snapping jaws inches from her face.
“Look at its eyes,” she said.
They were not fully black.
There was awareness there.
Pain.
“It’s still him,” she murmured.
The wolf let out a strained growl, almost human.
“Please…” the healer whispered from behind.
Sera swallowed once.
“Hold him steady.”
Killian tightened his grip again.
Sera pressed her uninjured hand to the wolf’s head.
“Listen to me,” she said firmly. “You fight it.”
The wolf trembled violently.
Caspian watched her closely. “What are you doing?”
“I’m pushing back.”
Her voice lowered, calm but commanding. “You are not owned. You are not controlled. Fight.”
The black veins flickered.
For a moment, the wolf stilled.
Then the darkness surged again.
Sera pulled back sharply.
“It’s anchored,” she said. “There’s a source.”
Killian did not hesitate this time.
He snapped the creature’s neck cleanly.
The body fell still.
Silence spread through the circle.
Sera stood slowly.
“That was not sickness,” Darius said quietly.
“No,” she replied. “That was designed.”
Caspian wiped his blade clean. “Designed by someone who wants the ritual to fail.”
Her thoughts moved quickly.
Only a handful of wolves knew the ritual details.
Only council members had access to ancient records.
Her stomach tightened.
“My former fiancé,” she said.
Killian’s expression darkened. “You believe he’s behind this.”
“He always wanted full control,” she answered. “Chaos gives him that.”
Darius looked toward the settlement. “If this spreads, fear will fracture every alliance.”
“That’s the goal,” Caspian said.
Sera walked back to the center stone.
“It means the ritual must continue,” she said.
Killian frowned. “After that?”
“Yes.”
“That thing nearly tore the circle apart,” Darius argued.
“And if we stop now, he wins,” she replied.
Her eyes burned with determination.
Killian studied her carefully. “You’re willing to risk it again.”
“I’ve been risking my life for three years,” she said quietly. “This is nothing new.”
A long pause followed.
Then Caspian nodded. “We adapt.”
Darius sighed but agreed. “What do you need?”
Sera looked at all three of them.
“Total focus. No doubt. No hesitation.”
Killian stepped beside her again. “You’ll have it.”
She searched his face briefly.
“Then this time,” she said, “we finish it.”
The crowd slowly regrouped at the edge of the circle. Fear still lingered, but hope flickered beneath it.
Sera cut her palm again, ignoring the pain.
She placed her hand back on the stone.
“Together,” she said.
The kings joined her once more.
The wind rose again, stronger.
This time, when the stone began to glow, the darkness in the air felt thinner.
The bond between them pulsed, not just with heat, but with power.
Sera closed her eyes.
Somewhere beyond the ridge, someone was watching.
She could feel it.
And for the first time, she was certain.
This was no random attack.
It was a message.
A warning.
But she was done being hunted.
If her enemy wanted a war, he would get one.
And this time, she would not fight alone.
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