The moment Eamon stepped from the shadows, Elena's pulse quickened. His figure was as resolute as ever, his expression hard, almost unreadable. The sword in his hand gleamed in the dim light of the fading Blood Moon, a symbol of the choice he had made. Elena's heart sank as she looked at him, the brother of Roan, now standing as an adversary, the line between family and enemy drawn in stark contrast.
“I won," Elena said, her voice steady but edged with the exhaustion of the battle. The air around her was still thick with the remnants of the ritual, but she knew she was stronger now. The power of the Inverse Mark no longer controlled her—it was part of her, and with it, she had shattered the false bonds that had held their world in place for so long.
Eamon's lips pressed together in a thi
