Chapter 83: Damn it!

Warning! This Chapter contains a sensitive topic such as child deaths.

*~Caspian’s POV~*

We finally arrived at the location Lilith had given us. The moment we stepped in, the air shifted—cold, charged, almost vibrating with the residue of dark magic. Witches were present. I signaled to the others. We stayed low, alert, and ready.

Then—an arrow whizzed through the air.

I ducked instinctively, growling as it missed me by an inch. Another arrow flew, this time grazing Leon’s shoulder. And then they emerged—witches, camouflaged in dirt-toned robes, their faces marked with ash and bark. They weren’t using spells... they were fighting with Arus—nature-bound weapons.

Just like I suspected.

They were remnants of a coven, not whole. Dallia had been their tether to power—she was their anchor, the one who connected them to the spirit of the earth. Without her, they couldn’t cast properly. They were weakened. Unstable.

Which made them easier targets.

Aurora moved like fire through the chaos—five witches on her, and not a single one could land a hit. Her power wasn’t borrowed from any coven. She drew directly from nature itself. A wild witch. Very rare strong type.

Then A screech..it was a loud small tone. My eyes snapped toward the sound. A baby’s cry.

My heart slammed against my ribs. Aurora turned to me, panting. Her hand gripped mine. "Those are the babies," she whispered urgently, and then—without warning—kissed me.

A jolt of energy pulsed through me.

"Go," she said. "Now."

I nodded, and in a blink, I sprang into the trees, following the faint trail of sound. Branches scratched at my arms. My pulse thundered in my ears. I followed the cry, deeper and deeper until I—

Stopped.. right there center of the clearing... was a figure. Standing riding, half-shadowed by the low branches of a weeping willow.

And beneath him..A tree stump. With two bundles of cloth.

The babies.

My steps slowed. My hearing sharpened—one heartbeat. Just one.

No. No, no, no. There were four of us here—me, the figure, and two babies. Why was I hearing only one?

Something was wrong. The figure dropped something—a small cup. His hands trembled. He turned slowly, and my chest seized.

It was the first time I’d seen him since we sealed him in the coffin five years

filled with something I couldn’t place—rage, grief, guilt...

parted. "Caspian..." I didn’t speak. My eyes darted to the

why were they

ache bloomed in my chest as my gaze locked with his—Cyrius. My brother. My

then I bled

body as I shoved him backward,

fragile bodies wrapped in soft cloth, I dropped to my

baby.... There

Their eyes were shut, and their skin—gods, their skin was already starting to change.

No No. No. No.

They were turning blue. Like they were—like they

My vision blurred. My hands

whispered, voice cracking. "I promised her I would bring them back. I

raw, and glared

did you do,

wasn’t the plan. Caspian, I swear to you, this

wanted revenge, you would come for me. You come for Cayden. You come for the ones who wronged you—not

hurt them! The witch—she took the powers from them. She

eyes wide, fingers clawing through his hair. "They weren’t supposed to die! I thought they were asleep.

screamed. I

nearest tree. His back cracked against the bark, and I pinned

It wasn’t just the babies. He was decaying

looked sunken, like

drained the babies.

have drained the twins of their powers, passed them a fake or

tightened my grip on his throat, fury trembling in

pain Hazel has already endured? Do you even know the hell

I

by a thread—and now you killed her children. Two

as I lifted him higher. "What kind of monster are you? He

not a monster..." he

blood. "You’re the one who sealed me in that coffin. You and Cayden. You daggered me and buried me alive for five years. You stole my life—my youth. While you lived—loved—mated, had children... I was rotting.

my mind? You think if

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