Eternally Bound Chapter 55: On The Wings Of A Raven
Eva
I stand in the center of our living room, my eyes fixed on the map spread across the table, its lines and symbols a stark reminder of the task ahead. We’ve made our decision to divide and conquer, but the weight of it presses down on me like a physical force. Raven must fall first, her treachery a festering wound that threatens to infect everything we hold dear. Yet, the plan is a fragile thing, built on glamour and deception, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all about to unravel.
Morgan steps forward, her body shifting as the glamour takes hold. Her features morph into a perfect replica of Cassius, her dark hair becomes shorter and ash blonde, and her sharp jawline becomes sharper, an exact match. Agnes follows, her aura flickering as she transforms into a White Witch, her eyes glowing with a soft, ethereal light. I watch them with a mix of awe and unease. The glamour is flawless, but I know better than to trust it completely. Brandon stands nearby, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
His response is immediate, his tone steady. “I’ll keep them in line. Cat impulses will stay hidden,” he says, but I see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, a shadow he tries to hide.
Brandon’s a god now, but even gods have their limits. And Raven is a wild card, unpredictable and dangerous. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Just... be careful,” I murmur, my hand brushing his arm in a fleeting gesture of reassurance. He nods, his jaw tight, and turns away to contact Raven. The room falls silent as he taps out a message on his phone, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
I glance at the others, my allies, my family, and my mates. Everyone is prepared to do their part to protect innocents. Some will stay here to watch over my coworkers, and others will go wherever we send them. Sam stands near the window, his muscular frame tense, his eyes narrowed in concentration. His past trauma lingers like a ghost. Magic is his greatest fear, and Raven wields it with deadly precision. I hope he’s ready for this, but the doubt in his eyes mirrors my own.
Beside him stands Vlad, his tall, regal figure exuding an aura of power. His fire magic is unmatched, but his vulnerability around me is a weakness he can’t hide. I wonder if he’ll be able to set aside his emotions when the time comes.
Vincent leans against the wall, his brooding presence a stark contrast to the others. His blue eyes are distant, his mind no doubt lost in thoughts of the past. He’s a god now, but his reclusive nature hasn’t changed. I worry about him, about how he’ll handle the chaos that’s to come.
Bael stands apart, his dark hair cascading down his back, his deep blue eyes piercing through the shadows. He’s a Demon Lord, a god now, and his power is immense. But even though he looks uneasy, his usual confidence is tempered by the gravity of the situation. Eric is the last to join us, his elegant figure moving with grace. His prophetic visions have been silent lately, a fact that troubles me deeply. Without his guidance, we’re flying blind. He meets my gaze, his bright blue eyes steady, but I see the worry lurking beneath the surface.
We’re all worried, all of us. But we have no choice. Raven must fall. Brandon’s phone buzzes, breaking the silence. He reads the message, his expression hardening. “She’s agreed to meet,” he says, his voice low. “At the boundary of the Fall pack. She thinks she’s calling the shots, but we’ll be ready.”
I look at the people whom I brought back. They nod. Levi will take a small group with him to shield Gran and the rest of the pack. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it. The moment we’ve been preparing for. My father, Mormo, has created a void for us, a hidden space where we can wait unseen until the moment is right.
I step into the void, the darkness enveloping me like a second skin. The others follow, their presence a comforting weight in the emptiness. We wait, silent and still, our minds racing with thoughts of what’s to come. The void is cold, the air heavy with anticipation. I close my eyes, reaching out with my senses. I can feel the others around me, their energies intertwining with mine. Sam’s strength, Vlad’s fire, Vincent’s electricity, Bael’s darkness, Eric’s magic, they’re all here, a tapestry of power waiting to be unleashed. But amidst the unity, I feel a rift. Brandon’s energy is distant, his mind elsewhere. I wonder what he’s thinking, what doubts are plaguing him. I reach out to him, my thoughts brushing against his. We’ll be okay, I send, my voice a whisper in the void. ‘We’ll get through this together.’
His response is immediate, his energy warming in response. ‘Always,’ he sends back, his voice a steady anchor in the darkness.
The void shifts, the air crackling with energy. I open my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. It’s time. We step out of the void, the boundary of Sam’s pack stretching out before us. The moon is full, its light bathing the landscape in an ethereal glow. Raven is here, her presence a dark stain on the night.