SERAPHINA’S POV
The clearing behind Daniel’s treehouse became something else entirely over the next few days.
No longer just a quiet place tucked away at the edge of Nightfang, it turned into a space that hummed with purpose, with tension, with the kind of quiet vigilance that never truly let anyone rest.
If there were another way—if there was even the slightest chance we could avoid whatever lay buried beneath the ruins of the royal line—then I would find it.
And that meant fixing Aaron.
Alois, Corin, and I practiced through the nights, the moon our constant witness, refining the delicate, dangerous work of navigating a fractured mind without further tearing it apart.
Under their guidance, I learned to feel the difference between a memory that could be coaxed back into place and one that would shatter under pressure, to thread my power through the gaps without forcing it or triggering any backlash.
Each session left me more drained than the last, but also more confident in my power and skills.
When the time came, I was ready.
Aaron was once again seated in the center just as before, though the difference now was unmistakable.
He wasn’t empty anymore. Not completely.
His gaze was no longer blank. It tracked movement, held emotion.
Every time I stepped into his mind before now, the difference from before was stark.
Where there had once been only scattered fragments drifting in disarray, there was now structure—fragile, incomplete, but forming.
“Ready?” Kieran’s voice came from my right.
I turned, meeting his gaze.
He hadn’t said anything more about the royal path since that night. Not a word, not even a hint—but it hadn’t disappeared.
I could feel it in him.
In the way his attention sharpened whenever I pushed too far.
In the way his presence stayed just a little closer than before, like he was bracing for something.
In the number of times he’d reassured me we could ‘find another way’ if I wasn’t sure.
“I am,” I said.
His hand brushed against mine, a quiet, grounding touch.
“Don’t push past your limit,” he murmured.
I almost smiled. “You sound like Alois.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
I intertwined our fingers. “I can do this, Kieran.”
He lifted our joined hands and pressed the back of mine to his lips. I closed my eyes, savoring the flood of electricity that ignited my nerves at his touch.
Wordlessly, he dropped my hand and stepped back.
I turned away and stepped toward Aaron.
The silver rose easily this time.
It didn’t surge or fight or demand control. Instead, it gently settled into me, threading through my veins like a current of energy, connecting me to the moon’s pull above, as if channeling its magic in a way that felt natural.
I didn’t need to Shift tonight; Alina’s presence was as strong within me as ever.
When I reached Aaron, recognition flickered in his eyes.
“Stay with me,” I said quietly, lowering myself in front of him.
His lips parted, as if he wanted to respond, but no sound came out. He settled for a sharp nod.
I closed my eyes.
And let go.
The shift into his mind was smoother this time. Less jarring and disorienting.
The fractured space unfolded around me, but it was different now—less chaotic, more...contained.
The fragments were no longer scattered without meaning. They hovered in clusters, connected by faint threads of light that pulsed gently, like a heartbeat.
‘You’ve improved,’ Alina murmured, her presence warm against mine.
‘We have,’ I corrected softly.
Her quiet approval brushed through me.
Then I focused.
The outer layers came first.
Memories of movement, of places, of faces without depth—those were the easiest to restore.
The fragments responded quickly now, flaring to life as I guided them, linking them, reinforcing the old neural pathways that had once existed.
Aaron’s childhood.
His training.
The day he met Imani.
Moments that had shaped him.
Each connection strengthened the structure.
Each success made the next one easier.
But deeper...
Deeper was different.



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