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.

the first time I’d seen him since we

face looked paler. Hollow. His eyes sunken and filled with something I

parted. "Caspian..." I didn’t speak.

were they

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

then I bled through

I shoved him backward, the weight of everything collapsing

soft cloth, I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I

Hazel’s baby....

their skin was already starting

No No. No. No.

They were turning blue. Like

blurred. My hands

cracking. "I promised her I would bring them back. I told

looked up, throat raw,

did you

the plan. Caspian, I swear to you,

my voice echoing into the trees. "If you wanted revenge, you would come for me. You come for Cayden.

buckled. "I never meant to hurt them! The witch—she took the powers from them. She gave them

clawing through his hair. "They weren’t supposed to die! I thought they

I couldn’t

the nearest tree. His back cracked against the bark, and I pinned him there with one

dry... blue. It wasn’t

his skin. His eyes looked sunken, like the life inside him was leaking out

drained the babies. They’d turned

have drained the twins of their powers, passed them a fake or poison to Cyrius, then let

grip on his

has already endured? Do you even know the hell she’s been

I didn’t let him

by a thread—and now you killed her children.

him higher. "What kind of monster are you?

monster..." he rasped.

me in that coffin. You and Cayden. You daggered me and buried me alive

think I wouldn’t lose my mind? You think if it

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