Chapter 6 - Captives of the Coven
Jane woke up to the sound of dripping water and chanting voices. Her head throbbed, and her limbs felt heavy, weighed down by heavy iron shackles inscribed with suppression runes.
She struggled to sit up, realizing she was locked in a cage made of blackened bone inside a cavernous underground temple. Across the chamber, Jesse was bound to a towering stone pillar, thick chains of silver and magic biting into his golden skin. Gray stone was rapidly overtaking his chest once more, locking him in place.
“Jesse!” Jane cried out, rattling her cage bars.
Jesse slowly lifted his head, his molten eyes fighting against the exhaustion draining him. “Jane… you shouldn’t have fallen with me.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you!”
From the shadows of the temple stepped a figure draped in tattered green robes. As she stepped into the torchlight, her face shimmered and shifted, revealing the terrifying visage of Morana—the ancient witch who had cursed him a thousand years ago.
“Oh, how romantic,” Morana cackled, her voice like grinding stones. “The mighty Alpha King, brought low by a pathetic little omega with a Savior complex.”
“Morana,” Jesse growled, straining against his chains. “End this. The curse was between you and me.”
“And it ends tonight,” Morana hissed, raising a jagged obsidian dagger. “When the new moon rises in an hour, I will drain the last drop of your immortal blood, and absorb the pure, untamed life force of your little omega friend. My youth will be restored, and I will rule the packs as queen!”
Jane’s heart raced. She looked at Jesse, then down at her own shackled wrists. The rune-inscribed iron burned her skin, but deep inside her chest, the golden warmth she had shared with Jesse began to pulse in response to her fierce determination.
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She wasn't invisible anymore. She wasn't helpless.
Focusing on the bond connecting her heart to Jesse’s, Jane closed her eyes and pushed every ounce of her will, her love, and her strength outward.
