(Siena’s POV)
I can’t sleep.
The moonlight spills into my room, soft and silvery, but it doesn’t soothe me.
It only sharpens the ache in my chest, the one that’s been growing for weeks now, threading itself deeper and deeper into my soul.
The bond is weakening—I feel it slipping further with every passing day, unraveling like a frayed rope I no longer have the strength to hold onto.
For years, I thought I was ready for this, ready for the moment when the tether between Raiden and me would finally break. But now, as it begins to crumble, it doesn’t feel like freedom.
It feels like loss—death.
Am I the walking dead?
I toss and turn, the sheets tangling around me as my thoughts spiral.
Tomorrow is the final unity challenge, and I should be resting, p
