Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Elena’s POV
The forest around me is eerily quiet, the kind of silence that hums with unspoken tension. I sit cross–legged on the damp ground, inhaling the scent of pine and earth, forcing myself to focus. The world narrows to the sound of my heartbeat, slow and steady at first, then quickening as frustration claws
at me.
I’m supposed to be able to do this.
The moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver streaks across my skin. This is the third time I’ve tried today to connect with my powers as a Seer–and the third time I’ve failed. My visions, once sharp and vibrant, are now a swirling mess of disjointed images and static, like trying to tune into
roken radio.
“Focus,” I whisper to myself. “Breathe.”
I close my eyes, letting the world fade. The bond with Lucian pulses faintly in my chest, a weak ember I can barely feel. I reach for it, desperate to find him, to see him clearly. Instead, the vision comes like a sudden blow:
Lucian’s face flashes before me, pale and drawn, his body restrained by chains that shimmer with a dark, pulsing energy. His lips move, but I can’t hear him. Behind him, Lyanna looms, the Crescent Stone glowing in her hands. Shadows twist and writhe around her like living things.
Then Lucian turns to me, his voice cutting through the silence. Don’t come for me, Elena. It’s too late.
The vision shatters like glass, and I gasp, my eyes snapping open. My breath comes in short, panicked bursts as the forest rushes back into focus.
“Elena.”
Sebastian’s voice startles me, and I whip my head around. He’s standing a few feet away, his broad frame bathed in moonlight, his expression unreadable.
“How long have you been there?” I ask, struggling to steady my voice.
“Long enough to see you’re pushing yourself too hard,” he says, stepping closer. His presence is grounding, but I can feel the tension radiating off him.
“I don’t have a choice,” I snap, running a hand through my hair. “The Blood Moon is coming, and I can’t even see clearly anymore. Lucian–he’s out there, and I can’t reach him.”
Sebastian crouches in front of me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. “You’re trying to carry everything on your own. That’s not how this works, Elena. You have a pack–you have me.”
I shake my head, frustration boiling over. “You don’t understand. My visions–they’re wrong. Twisted. It’s like…” I trail off, unsure how to put it into
words.
“Like someone’s tampering with them?” Sebastian asks quietly.
I blink, startled. “How did you-”
“Rowan told me his theory about the Crescent Stone,” he interrupts. “That it might be manipulating you, blocking your connection. If that’s true, you need to approach this differently. Force isn’t going to work”
His words hit me like a slap. He’s right–I’ve been treating this like a battle, trying to wrest control of my powers by sheer will. But what if this isn’t a fight I can win that way?
“What do I do, then?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sebastian straightens, his expression softening. “We figure it out together. But first, you need to stop punishing yourself for not having all the answers.”
Back at the pack’s base, Rowan is waiting for us, pacing the floor like a restless wolf. His eyes flick to me, then to Sebastian, his brow furrowed. “Any progress?”
“None I admit, collapsing onto the worn couch.
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Rowan exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “Elena, you’re trying to push through a wall you can’t even see. The Crescent Stone isn’t just blocking you–it’s actively distorting your powers. If Lyanna’s using it to manipulate your visions, you’re not going to out–muscle it. Not to talk of how Lyanna was able to wield it in the first place.”
-I glare at him. “Then what do you suggest? Sitting around and doing nothing while Lucian-”
“No one’s suggesting that,” Sebastian interjects, his tone firm. “But if we’re going to fight this, we need to understand it first.”
Rowan nods, pulling out a worn notebook. “I got this from Dylan. There’s something I’ve been working on–something that might help us figure out what’s happening to your visions. It’s been bugging the hell out of me since Lyanna said you didnt see her coming.”
He flips through the pages, stopping at a rough sketch of a wolf with glowing eyes, surrounded by flames. I freeze, my stomach dropping.
Tve seen that,” I say, my voice shaking.
Rowan looks up sharply. “In your visions?”
I nod. “It keeps appearing, but I don’t know what it means.”
Rowan’s expression darkens. “It’s a symbol from old wolf lore. The glowing eyes represent clarity of sight–true vision. The flames are a warning, a sign of danger or corruption. If this wolf is appearing in your visions, it might be a message–or a warning about the Crescent Stone.”
I stare at the drawing, my mind racing. The wolf’s eyes seem to bore into me, as though it knows my secrets.
“What does it want me to do?” I whisper.
Rowan shakes his head. “That’s for you to figure out. But if it’s tied to your powers, you’ll need to confront it head–on. You can’t run from this, Elena.”
Later that night, I sit alone in my room, the weight of Rowan’s words pressing down on me. The bond with Lucian flares weakly, a faint echo of pain and longing
I close my eyes, forcing myself to relax. If I’m going to confront this, I need to approach it differently, like Sebastian said. No more forcing. No more fighting.
I let my breathing slow, my mind drifting. The band with Lucian grows stronger, a thin thread pulling me into the void. And then I see it–the wolf with glowing eyes.
It stands in a circle of flames, its gaze fixed on me. The heat is overwhelming, but I force myself to step closer.
“What are you trying to tell me?” I ask, my voice trembling.
The wolf tilts its head, and for a moment, I think it’s going to answer. But then the flames surge, engulfing it, and I’m thrown back into darkness. When I wake, I’m drenched in sweat, my heart pounding. But the wolf’s message is clear: the flames aren’t just a warning–they’re a barrier. Lyanna’s manipulation is stronger than I realized, and if I’m going to break through it, I’ll need more than just my own strength.
The next morning, I find Sebastian in the training yard, sparring with two pack members. He moves with precision, his strikes controlled best powerful. When he sees me, he pauses, dismissing the others with a wave.
“You look terrible,” he says, not unkindly.
“Thanks,” I mutter, crossing my arms.
He raises an eyebrow. “Figure anything out?”
Yes and no, I admit. “The wolf in my visions–it’s trying to help me. But the flames… they’re Lyanna’s doing. She’s using the Crescent Stone to block me, to twist everything I see.”
Sebastian’s expression hardens. “Then we need to find a way to break her hold
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His gaze softens, and he steps closer, resting a hand on my shoulder. “You’ve always had my help, Elena. We’ll figure this out. To
His words steady me, and for the first time in days, I feel a spark of hope. Lyanna might be powerful, but she’s not unbeatable,
The fight isn’t over–not yet.
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