Chapter 26 The Last Stand

Fynn POV The forest air bites at my skin, sharp and cold, but it’s nothing compared to the fire in my chest—the source, awake, clawing at me from the inside. I’m slumped against Morgan, his arms a steel cage around me, his breath ragged against my hair. My shadows flicker, weak but alive, curling around us like a shield, but they’re fraying, torn between me and *it*. The well’s not gone—it’s here, in me, and every heartbeat feels like a countdown to losing myself.