Chapter 78: Danger

**~ Cyrius’s POV ~**

I dashed after her, into the crumbling ruins of the old building.

The air inside was thick cold and damp, with the heavy scent of moss and dust. The aura clung to my skin like a warning. Something terrible had happened here before. Maybe magic. Maybe blood. Maybe both.

I adjusted the twins, wrapped in cloth around my back. Their warmth pressed into me, steady and fragile. I kept one hand on them and the other ready at my side.

I spotted her silhouette tucked in the corner.

I moved carefully. Just as I turned around the pillar..

Steel met my throat.

A sharp dagger pressed into my neck, and I froze.

Her breath was shaky. Her brown eyes wide with fear, shimmering with tears—but her hand didn’t tremble. She was scared, yes, but brave.

I reacted quickly.

I knocked the blade aside and shoved her backward. She slammed against the cracked wall with a grunt. I closed the distance between us before she could recover, pinning her with one hand.

And then...Heather cried.

A soft, high-pitched wail. Muffled but undeniable. The girl’s expression twisted in confusion, her gaze darting to the babies strapped against my back.

She hadn’t expected that.

"What do you want?" she whispered, voice trembling, breath shallow.

I stared her down. "Your help," I said, voice low. "You. Your coven. The rest of Dahlia’s witches...what’s left of them."

Her lips parted. "Dahlia?"

"Don’t lie to me," I growled. "I’ve seen her. And you" I glanced her up and down. "You have her eyes. You move like her. You smell like her. You are one of them."

"I.." she started, but I wasn’t in the mood.

I pressed my arm across her throat. Just enough to make her cough.

"I don’t want games. I’ll end you right now. Then I’ll find the others and end them too. So choose wisely. Help me or die."

She gasped. "We..we don’t have anything left!" she choked out. "There’s nothing to help you with! We’ve lost everything. Our powers. Our anchor. Dahlia is dead. Our Queen Mother is gone. Without her, we’re not witches. We’re just women now. Human."

I narrowed my eyes. "You’re lying."

She shook her head, desperate. "You think we want this? You think we chose to live in hiding, powerless? We need her too."

I looked at her for a long moment. My jaw clenched. My fingers flexed against my palm. And then, finally..I spoke.

"I’m on your side."

Her eyebrows knit. "What?"

"I said—I’m on Dahlia’s side," I repeated. "She found me. Woke me from the coffin. Promised to help me become a Crescent. Promised me power. In exchange, I promised her the babies."

Her eyes widened.

She looked past me—toward the twins, now silent but watchful, pressed against my back.

"Are they—?" she whispered.

ones. The reason for all of this. And I got them. I kept my

as if seeing holy relics. Her lips parted.

"But I will become one

looked stunned. Then, suddenly, she straightened

can’t stay here," she said quickly. "If what you say is true, they’ll be hunting you. They’ll find you. The High

that

blood ties. If they catch a whiff of one of those babies,

"What do I do?"

looked over her shoulder—then back to

gather the others. I’ll call a

eyes. "And you expect

"But what

I paused.

Fair enough.

necklace from around her neck. It was a simple charm. A black stone, cracked in the center, with a small

left of Dahlia’s protection. It doesn’t cast magic anymore. But it carries essence. I’ll enchant

you said you lost

witches anymore," she said.

an eyebrow. "You sound a lot

she said softly. "We all

down at the stone....Then at

said. "But only once. If

mark at

...

Orleans just like

deep down..I knew she was

not just missing..twins. That alone would set off every siren in the pack.

So I ran.

Just past the

to go too far, in case something

So I waited.

dusk, I used the time to care for the twins. I fed them coconut milk I’d saved from earlier and managed

Technically, I paid.

I stole

didn’t steal

for the babies.

night fell and it

cradled the twins close and sped toward the East Gate wall. But the moment I got

There were wolves everywhere.

had already started locking down

and it led me into

Then..figures stepped out.

Three of them.

Moving

I tensed.

babies tighter against

hovered near the dagger

them pulled off her

her. The witch from

told you," she said softly, "I’d find you with the necklace. You

She turned and gestured.

her in silence, the forest growing denser around us. We moved for several minutes until the

at the center, encircled by stones, ashes, and glowing runes. The scent of herbs

they emerged dozens

hut. All women. Some old, some young.

One stepped forward.

cut through the

trap. This is a Salvatore! He reeks of the

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