Chapter 86 Invitation to the Otherworld
POV: Luna
It happens three nights after the Moon Circle ceremony.
I'm sleeping when my mark begins to burn.
Not the usual warmth. Not even the hot pulse I've gotten used to.
This is different.
This is pulling.
I wake up gasping, clutching my wrist.
The Eclipse symbol is glowing so bright it illuminates the entire room.
"Luna?" Nova sits up in her bed. "What's happening?"
"I don't know. My mark. It's—"
The pull intensifies.
Suddenly I'm not in my bed anymore.
I'm standing.
But not in my dorm. Not anywhere at Silverwood.
I'm in a place between places. A space that's neither here nor there.
The otherworld.
"No," I say out loud. "I didn't choose this. I'm not ready for—"
"The mark chooses," a voice says.
The goddess appears before me. Made of moonlight. Beautiful and terrible.
"I didn't consent to this," I tell her. "You warned me about visiting the otherworld. About the consequences."
"I did. And those warnings remain. But this is not your choice. This is your trial." She gestures around us. "Trial of the heart. You must face what you've lost. What you fear losing. What you're willing to sacrifice."
"I already saw Miguel. Already said goodbye."
"And yet you still hold onto him. Still feel the connection through your mark. Still wonder if you could have saved him." The goddess's expression softens. "The trial requires you to truly let go. Or truly commit. You cannot walk between worlds forever, Luna. You must choose."
Before I can respond, the space shifts.
I'm no longer in the in-between.
I'm in a version of Silverwood that glows with ethereal light. The otherworld proper.
And I'm not alone.
Miguel is there. Just like before. Peaceful. Whole.
But this time, someone else is there too.
A woman I've never met but somehow recognize.
She has my eyes. My mark. My power signature.
"Grandmother," I whisper.
Elara Eclipse smiles. "Hello, Luna. I've been waiting to meet you."
She looks young. Maybe early twenties. The age she was when she died.
But her eyes are ancient. Knowing.
"I don't understand. Why am I seeing both of you?"
"Because you're holding onto both of us," Elara says. "Miguel represents your human past. Your innocence. Your first love. And I represent your Eclipse future. Your power. Your destiny."
"The trial of the heart," Miguel adds. "You have to choose what matters more. Who you were. Or who you're becoming."
"That's not fair. I can honor both."
"Can you?" Elara moves closer. "Because right now, you're trying to live in both worlds. Human and wolf. Past and future. Safety and power. But that balance is what's making you vulnerable. What's making you weak."
"I'm not weak."
"You're divided. And division is a kind of weakness." She touches my mark gently. "Luna, I need to tell you about the shadow caller. About who he is and what he wants."
Finally. The information I've been searching for.
"Tell me."
"His name is Cole Thorne. He was marked by the goddess centuries ago. The first Eclipse wolf. But he made a choice. He chose power over duty. Shadow over light. And in doing so, he became something else. Something corrupted."
My blood runs cold.
"Cole Thorne? Like Professor Thorne?"
"Marcus Thorne is his descendant. Part of the same bloodline. Whether Marcus knows about his ancestor's corruption, I never discovered. I died before I could find out."
"Cole is the shadow caller?"
"Was. He's dead now. Has been for centuries. But his essence remains. His hunger. His desire to create more like him." Elara's grip on my arm tightens. "He's been reaching through the veil between worlds. Using sigils. Using rogues. Using anything he can to connect with you. To tempt you."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the strongest Eclipse in generations. If he can corrupt you, turn you to shadow, you'll become unstoppable. An Eclipse with no moral restraints. No goddess guidance. Just pure, unfettered power."
Miguel steps forward. "Luna, that's why you have to let go of the past. Of me. The shadow caller is using your grief. Your attachment. Your reluctance to fully commit to your wolf nature. As long as you're torn between human and wolf, you're vulnerable."
"But I don't want to let you go."
"I know. But you have to." His eyes are so kind. So understanding. "Not forgetting me. Not stopping loving me. Just... releasing the need to keep me alive in your heart like I never died. Accept that I'm gone. That this version of me only exists here, in the otherworld. Not in your life anymore."
Tears stream down my face.
"I'm scared. If I let you go completely, what if I forget what it felt like? What if I lose that part of myself?"
"You won't. I'm part of your story. Always will be." He cups my face gently. "But I can't be your whole story. You have so much more life to live. So many more people to love. So many more experiences to have. Don't trap yourself in our past."
Elara speaks again. "And you need to embrace your Eclipse nature. Fully. Not halfway. Not reluctantly. The power in your mark isn't something to fear or suppress. It's who you are. What you're meant to be."
"But what if I become like Cole? What if the power corrupts me too?"
"Then you fight it. Every day. Every choice. But you can't fight corruption by denying your nature. You fight it by accepting your nature and choosing how to use it." She looks at me seriously. "Cole chose shadow because he was afraid of the goddess's control. Afraid of being a tool. So he broke free and became a monster. You have to be brave enough to accept guidance without losing yourself. Strong enough to use power without being consumed by it."
This is too much.
Too heavy.
I'm just a teenager. Just a girl who wanted to survive her first year at a new school.
"I don't know if I can do this," I admit.
"You can," Miguel says. "I believe in you. I always have."
"And I've seen what you're capable of," Elara adds. "Through the mark. Through our connection across time. You're stronger than I ever was. Braver. More balanced. If anyone can resist Cole's corruption, it's you."
"But you have to commit," Miguel says. "To your path. To your power. To who you're becoming. You can't walk both worlds forever."
"The trial," I realize. "This is the choice. Let go of Miguel. Embrace my Eclipse nature. Or hold onto my human past and stay vulnerable."
"Not quite," the goddess's voice echoes through the space. "The choice is whether you trust yourself. Whether you believe you're strong enough to hold power without being corrupted by it. Whether you'll choose your own path instead of letting fear or grief choose for you."
The otherworld begins to shimmer.
"Wait!" I call out. "I'm not ready. I haven't decided."
"You have decided," Elara says. "You just don't realize it yet."
Miguel smiles one last time. "Live, Luna. Really live. For both of us."
And then I feel it.
A presence. Dark and cold. Watching from the edges of the otherworld.
A figure I can't quite see. Shrouded in shadow.
But I know who it is.
Cole Thorne. The shadow caller.
His corrupted essence. Existing between life and death. Watching. Waiting.
"He's here," I gasp. "Cole is here."
"He's always here," Elara says urgently. "In the otherworld. In the spaces between. He can't reach the living world directly anymore. But he can influence it. Through dreams. Through marks. Through anyone weak enough to listen to his promises."
The shadowed figure moves closer.
I can almost see his face now. Almost hear his voice.
"Little Eclipse," he whispers. "We'll meet soon. Properly. And when we do, you'll understand why I've been calling you."
Terror shoots through me.
"Get her out," Elara tells the goddess. "Now. Before he can establish a connection."
The goddess's power flares.
The otherworld fractures.
I'm being pulled back. Away from Miguel. Away from Elara. Away from Cole's watching presence.
"No! I need more time! More answers!"
But it's too late.
The otherworld shatters like glass.
And I wake up screaming in my dorm room at Silverwood.
Nova is there immediately. Shaking me. Calling my name.
"Luna! Luna, wake up!"
"I'm awake," I gasp. "I'm back."
My mark is still glowing. Pulsing. Hot to the touch.
But something is different.
I can feel Miguel's presence anchored in my mark now. Not as strongly as before. Not pulling me back to the otherworld.
But there. A small piece of him. His essence. His love. His belief in me.
Permanent. Unchanging. A part of me forever.
And I can feel my grandmother too. Her strength. Her knowledge. Her warning about Cole.
Both of them. Connected to me through the Eclipse mark.
Supporting me even from beyond death.
"What happened?" Nova demands. "You were glowing. Levitating. I couldn't wake you for almost twenty minutes."
"The trial. Trial of the heart. The goddess pulled me to the otherworld." I sit up, my whole body shaking. "I saw Miguel. And my grandmother. And... someone else. Something else. The shadow caller."
"You saw him?"
"Not clearly. But I felt him. Watching. Waiting." I look at my mark. Still glowing faintly. "His name is Cole Thorne. He was the first Eclipse wolf. And he chose corruption."
Nova's eyes widen. "Like Professor Thorne?"
"Descendant. Maybe. My grandmother didn't know if Marcus Thorne knows about his ancestor."
"So the new teacher named Cole..."
"Could be a coincidence. Could be something else." I swing my legs out of bed. "But I need to find out. Need to know if he's connected to the shadow caller somehow."
"Luna, you just got back from the otherworld. You need to rest."
"I can't rest. Not when—"
Dizziness overwhelms me. I stumble, and Nova catches me.
"Okay. Maybe rest first. Then investigate."
She helps me back into bed.
But as I lie there, I can't stop thinking about what I saw.
Miguel. At peace. Telling me to live.
Elara. Warning me about Cole. About corruption.
And the shadow caller himself. Watching from the darkness. Waiting for his chance.
The trial of the heart wasn't about choosing between Miguel and my wolf nature.
It was about learning to carry both. To honor my past while embracing my future.
To hold onto love without letting it trap me in grief.
And most importantly, to understand that the real choice isn't between light and shadow.
It's about choosing myself. My own path. My own strength.
Regardless of what anyone else wants me to be.
Even a goddess.
Even a corrupted Eclipse.
Even the people who love me.
I have to choose me.
And somehow, that feels both terrifying and empowering at the same time.