Chapter 42

The wind howled through the ruins, carrying whispers of something old, something waiting.

Riley stood at the threshold of the past, her pulse steady, her breath slow, but inside, she was burning.

She had always been chasing shadows, trying to piece together a story she barely understood, but now?

Now she was the shadow.

Now she was the one haunting.

And the one who had betrayed her, the one who had given her up, erased her, buried her in time, was about to learn what it meant to be hunted.

Kieran stood close, his presence solid and unshaken, but she could feel the tension in him.

He didn't trust this.

Didn't trust the ruins.

Didn't trust the way they seemed to breathe beneath her touch, pulling her in, whispering memories she hadn't asked for.

"Riley," Kieran murmured, his voice low, careful. "If you do this, there's no going back."

She met his gaze, green eyes burning like embers.

"There was never going to be a way back."

Not for her.

Not for the past.

Not for the war that was already breaking free from the grave Tobias had tried to keep it in.

Lena stepped beside them, arms crossed, her smirk sharp but curious. "So, are we walking into certain death or just playing with ghosts tonight?"

Riley exhaled. "Maybe both."

Lena grinned. "My favorite kind of plan."

The wolves behind them were silent, waiting.

They had followed her this far.

But now, they needed to see if she would lead.

If she would step into the dark first.

Riley turned back toward the ruins, the stone cold beneath her fingertips, humming beneath her skin.

A presence. A memory. A challenge.

And then she stepped inside.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the air changed.

It was colder here, heavier like the very walls had been holding their breath for centuries, waiting for her return.

Dust and decay filled the air, but beneath it beneath the scent of time and abandonment was something else.

A lingering trace of something ancient.

Something hers.

Her fingers brushed along the stone, and a sharp pulse of energy shot through her.

A gasp tore from her lips as the world tilted.

And suddenly, she wasn't in the ruins anymore.

She was somewhere else.

A hall.

Towering pillars. Firelight flickering against obsidian walls.

A throne at the end of the room silver, jagged, waiting.

And before it, a man.

His back was to her, his shoulders broad, his golden cloak draped over his frame like it belonged there.

Like he belonged there.

Her pulse pounded.

She knew him.

Even without seeing his face, she knew him.

Her voice caught in her throat. "Who are you?"

The man stiffened.

Then, slowly he turned.

And golden eyes met hers.

Not Kieran's.

Not Tobias's.

Someone else.

Someone worse.

Because the moment their gazes locked, everything inside her remembered.

Pain.

Betrayal.

Blood on her hands.

Blood on his.

And then the vision shattered.

Riley hit the ground hard, her breath ripping from her chest, her heart hammering like it was trying to break free from her ribs.

Kieran was beside her in an instant, his hands gripping her arms, his voice urgent. "Riley! What the hell just happened?"

She gasped, shoving herself upright, her fingers digging into the dirt like she could steady herself against the weight of what she had just seen.

What she had just remembered.

Lena knelt beside her, eyes narrowed. "You went somewhere, didn't you?"

Riley swallowed, her throat dry. "I saw him."

Kieran's grip tightened. "Who?"

She met his gaze, her own still wild, still burning with the remnants of the past.

"The one who betrayed me."

Silence.

Cold, thick, unchanging.

Kieran's jaw locked, his golden eyes flickering with something sharp.

"Do you know his name?"

Riley exhaled slowly, her hands still shaking, the echoes of the memory still clawing at the edges of her mind.

She didn't just know his name.

She had spoken it before.

Had whispered it in trust.

Had screamed it in betrayal.

Her lips parted

And then, the ruins groaned.

The very walls shook, dust and stone trembling beneath some unseen force, the air thickening around them.

And suddenly, she knew.

He knew she was here.

He had felt it.

Just like she had felt him.

Kieran's body went rigid, his senses sharpening. "We need to move."

Lena was already up, already scanning the dark, her smirk gone now, replaced with something colder. "Something's waking up."

Riley pushed herself to her feet, breath steady now, her heartbeat no longer frantically certain.

Because whoever he was

Wherever he was

He wasn't running from her anymore.

He was coming.

And this time?

She was ready.

The ruins trembled beneath her feet, the air thick with something alive, something watching.

She could feel him now.

Not just the memory of him. Him.

Somewhere beyond the walls of time, beyond the shattered edges of what had been erased, he was moving.

Because he knew.

He knew she had woken up.

He knew she had remembered.

And that meant this war was no longer waiting.

It was here.

Kieran's hand hovered near her wrist, not grabbing her, not pulling her back, but ready. Ready for whatever came next, ready to fight, ready to follow her into whatever dark place she was about to step into.

Lena's lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp golden gaze scanning the ruins like she could see whatever was stirring in the shadows.

The wolves behind them stood still, waiting for her command.

Because she was their leader now.

And leaders didn't hesitate.

Riley exhaled slowly, steadying herself, feeling the ruins shift around her like they were making space for her return.

Because she had been here before.

Because this place remembered her just as much as she remembered it.

She turned to Kieran, her green eyes burning in the darkness.

"It's time."

Kieran didn't question her.

Neither did Lena.

Because they knew

This was just the beginning.

The air around them tightened, charged with something unseen, something that had been waiting for her return.

The ruins groaned beneath her feet as if shifting to accommodate her presence as if they had been asleep for centuries and were only now waking up with her.

She wasn't afraid.

Not anymore.

Because this time, she wasn't stepping blindly into the past.

She was claiming it.

Kieran's golden eyes flickered in the dim light, scanning the shadows, his body tense and poised for a fight that hadn't come yet.

But it would.

Because if she could feel him he could feel her.

Whoever he was.

Wherever he was.

The past wasn't distant anymore.

It was here.

Breathing. Watching. Closing in.

Lena cracked her knuckles, the corner of her lips twitching, though her usual smirk was tinged with something sharper anticipation.

"Well, sweetheart," she murmured, glancing toward the depths of the ruins. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Riley inhaled deeply, letting the weight of the moment settle over her like armor.

"I do," she said.

Because for the first time, she wasn't running.

She wasn't lost.

She was exactly where she was meant to be.

And this time, she was going to finish what was started.

No more stolen memories.

No more unanswered questions.

No more letting someone else control the story.

The ruins whispered around her, a low hum vibrating beneath her skin, welcoming her back or warning her away she wasn't sure which.

But it didn't matter.

She was here.

And so was he.

Somewhere beyond the veil of time, beyond the edges of what she could see, he was watching.

Waiting.

For her next move.

Kieran shifted beside her, his breath slow but his hands clenched at his sides. She could feel the weight of his stare, the silent question lingering between them.

"Are you sure?"

But he didn't ask it.

Because he already knew the answer.

Lena exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders. "Alright, princess. You've got a whole pack of wolves waiting on you. What's the plan?"

Riley turned to the wolves standing behind her pack now.

They were waiting.

And she wasn't going to make them wait any longer.

A slow, steady breath filled her lungs.

She lifted her chin.

"We go deeper."

A ripple of tension spread through the group, but no one hesitated.

Because they knew.

This wasn't just about finding answers anymore.

This was about what came next.

And whatever was waiting for them in the dark

She was ready for it.

For the ghosts.

For the truth.

For him.

The ruins seemed to exhale around her, the wind shifting through the cracks in the stone, carrying whispers of something ancient, something restless.

The past had been waiting long enough.

Now, it was time to face it.

Riley took the first step forward, and her pack followed.

No hesitation.

No turning back.

Because this wasn't just a journey into the ruins.

It was a descent into everything that had been stolen from her.

And she wasn't leaving without taking it back.