25/10/2025
EPISODE 35 https://www.pocketfm.com/show/d61918f6a079444ee31a3d145b378765b231e2ab
They thought I would fade quietly into the dark. But they forgot — the Moon doesn’t vanish when it’s hidden. It waits, reborn in shadow.
Three moons since the Trial. Three moons since I felt Damon’s hands, warm and desperate, torn from mine. The bond they tried to sever still pulsed in my blood, a living storm whispering his heartbeat inside my skull.
The forest no longer recognized me — nor did the stars. I had become something in between: the remnant of a curse and the promise of rebirth. My hair shimmered silver at its tips, my eyes glowing faintly even in darkness.
The Eclipse had marked me.
And I would use that mark to burn the Council from the inside out.
Evelyn’s POV – The Ash Path
I walked through the ruins of what was once the Northern Sanctum, boots crunching over blackened glass and frost. The Council’s banners hung shredded, their symbols desecrated by something older than their laws. My power flickered again, responding to the memory of Damon’s touch — the way his voice trembled when he whispered, “Always.”
Every night, the dreams came. Not dreams — echoes. His pain bleeding through the bond, the metallic scent of chains, his heartbeat fading and roaring in the same breath. They had him. And they underestimated what that meant to me.
At first, I ran from the feeling. It hurt too much.
Now, I hunt by it.
The air shivered as I crossed the border into the Council’s protected grounds. Runes sparked, but they failed to recognize me. I wasn’t a member of the living registry anymore. The Eclipse had erased my trace.
A whisper followed me, not quite Damon’s, not quite the Moon’s — something in between.
He bleeds silver. Find him before the Archon ends the thread.
“I’m coming,” I murmured, voice low, cracking with something fierce. “Just hold on.”
The shadows shifted beside me — not hostile this time, but curious. They followed my movements like wolves pacing their alpha. It was strange; I had become the thing they once hunted.
And gods, it felt good.
Cut – Damon’s POV – The Escape
Lunar steel broke differently when fueled by rage. It didn’t shatter — it sang.
The guards lay unconscious, the air crackling with residual power. The mark across my chest pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, dragging me toward something beyond the temple’s reach.
I had no map. No plan. Only instinct.
And the whisper.
“Damon…” Her voice, faint but clear, echoed in the silence. It wasn’t just in my mind this time. The bond had strengthened — evolving into something almost physical. Every time she called my name, the chains around my soul loosened a little more.
I stepped through the sanctum doors into the night. The sky bled violet and silver. The moon hung fractured, as though our bond had torn a scar across its surface.
Good. Let them see what they tried to contain.
“Find her,” Lysander’s voice carried from behind, distant but venomous. “Kill the anomaly before she completes the Ascension!”
I ran.
Through ruins, across ash, through the scent of burned stone and dying faith. Every step felt guided by the pulse beneath my ribs — hers, beating in time with mine.
When I stumbled at the forest’s edge, I saw her through the haze of moonlight — a silhouette of silver and fury.
Evelyn.
Her gaze locked on me instantly. The air between us vibrated, dense with power and unfinished longing.
Evelyn’s POV – The Reunion
For a heartbeat, I couldn’t move.
The world stilled — every whisper, every rustle of the trees seemed to bow.
He stood there, breathless, wounded, but alive.
And when our eyes met, the bond surged like lightning through a storm.
“Damon…” The name left my lips as a prayer.
He stepped forward once, twice — then froze as a silver rune ignited between us. The Council’s failsafe. A containment ward buried beneath the soil.
“No!” I screamed, reaching out. My magic flared instinctively, light pouring from my palms. The ground trembled.
Damon raised his hand, struggling to cross the threshold. “Evelyn — don’t— it’s warded to—”
I didn’t listen. I couldn’t.
The bond screamed louder than reason.
I threw my entire will into the barrier, the Eclipse mark burning hot across my skin. The ward cracked, fracturing like glass. Sparks erupted, tearing through the air. And when the final seal broke — he was in my arms.
We collided like gravity itself had demanded it.
The kiss that followed wasn’t gentle. It was years of silence, fear, and love tangled in one breathless moment. His hands found my face, mine gripped his shoulders — both of us trembling under the sheer force of the bond reawakening.
For that moment, I didn’t care who watched, what war waited beyond.
It was just us again. Wild. Whole. Real.
Then the air shifted — colder. Wrong.
A figure stepped from the trees, clad in white.
Lysander.
Of course. The Council never left their prey unobserved.
“Touching,” he sneered. “The Moon binds fools faster than it frees them.”
Damon turned, his body shielding mine automatically. “You’ll regret stepping closer.”
But Lysander only smiled, drawing a blade made of pure lunar essence. “You still don’t understand, do you? She isn’t yours anymore. She belongs to the Eclipse — and it wants balance.”
The Fight
He lunged. The forest erupted in chaos — moonlight clashing against shadow, steel meeting spectral fire. Damon moved like thunder, every strike fueled by rage and love in equal measure. I felt his pain through the bond — and sent him strength in return, pouring my energy into his every motion.
The ground cracked, roots tore free, ancient spirits screamed. The Eclipse within me unfurled, desperate to protect him.
When Lysander struck toward me, Damon intercepted — but his blade caught my shoulder, slicing deep. Pain flared white-hot.
Our eyes met — his filled with panic, mine with resolve.
“Don’t—” he started.
Too late. I reached deep into the Eclipse’s core, into that forbidden energy that no mortal or lunar being was meant to wield.
The world exploded in silver.
Light swallowed everything.
When it faded, Lysander was gone — vaporized into shards of crystal light.
The forest stood silent again.
Damon dropped to his knees, trembling. I knelt beside him, pressing a hand to his cheek. He leaned into my touch, eyes wet with relief and awe.
“Evelyn…” he whispered, voice shaking. “What are you becoming?”
I smiled softly, though it hurt. “Something they can’t control.”
We stayed like that — bound by silence, hearts and magic still thrumming together.
But even then, I could feel it — the Eclipse inside me wasn’t calm. It was waiting. Watching.
“Damon,” I said quietly, “the Council won’t stop. And the Eclipse… it’s not done with us.”
He nodded slowly. “Then we burn them all before it chooses for us.”
Our foreheads touched. The Moon above flickered, as if wincing under what we had unleashed.
In the distance, a bell tolled — low and ominous.
On the horizon, the Temple of Echoes split open like a wound, revealing something vast, ancient, and alive.
The Eclipse had awakened a second sun — black, hungry, and pulsing like a heartbeat.
And in that glow, I heard a voice I hadn’t since the Trial.
Kieran.
“Did you miss me, little wolf?”
His laughter rippled through the stars.
“Because the next hunt… has already begun.”
