BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 201: SENSING THE KAYNE STONE

Chapter 201: SENSING THE KAYNE STONE

{"Whispering makes a narrow place narrower." }

I met his eyes for a moment, then looked away. I couldn’t let them see how deep it went, how much I was struggling with what the mountain and the stone were trying to wake in me. Before I could respond, the whispers came again, louder this time, curling around my bones, thrumming through my veins.

"The time is near... the blood calls... and you will not escape it..."

I staggered slightly, my heart hammering as I fought to keep control. Rou and Rolan both noticed. The looks they exchanged did not escape me, and then Tor held me, and Dante cursed.

"I’m fine," I repeated, louder this time, forcing the words out through a clenched jaw. "Really." Everyone stops," Tor’s voice cut through the air, commanding. Dante halted first, his sharp gaze already narrowing on Tor. Rou and Rolan were not far behind.

"What is it?" Dante asked, voice low but steady, eyes flashing with that ever-present suspicion. Tor turned toward us all toward me, most of all and for the first time since this damn mountain got its claws into me, I saw the weight of something else in his gaze.

"The whispers," Tor began, his tone heavy. "They are not just a random noise. It is not the mountain. It is not the stone. It is calling to Freyr."

The words dropped like boulders, echoing in the tense silence. I felt a cold chill slide up my spine, even though the warmth of Tor’s presence was still there, close enough to make my pulse race. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the struggle about what he had not wanted to say, had not wanted to share. But now, it was out.

"What do you mean?" Rou asked, eyes narrowing with that mix of curiosity and scepticism he always wore like a shield.

Tor’s jaw tightened. "It is calling to its master. The voice knows Freyr has come with the Kayne stone." A thick silence followed, like the world itself was holding its breath. I wanted to speak. To tell them it was not that simple. But my throat felt tight, and the voice, the one that had been whispering in my head since we had arrived, pulsed louder, filling the space between us.

"He is here... the blood awakens... he cannot escape the calling... the stone knows..."

"Wait, wait, hold up," Rolan cut in, his voice sharp, trying to piece it all together. "You are saying the whispers are about Freyr? About the Kayne stone?"

Tor nodded once, slowly, deliberately. "That’s exactly what I’m saying."

I stood there, motionless, feeling the walls closing in. I had been trying to keep the truth buriedtrying to ignore the growing connection to the stone, the mountain, the voice but now, with Tor’s confession, I knew there was no running from it anymore.

Dante stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "Freyr, why didn’t you tell us?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came. What could I say? That those whispers not just voices in the mountain? That they were alive, calling me, claiming me? I could feel their gaze on me, all three of them, Rou, Rolan, Dante, and for the first time, it was not curiosity I saw in their eyes. It was a concern. It was fear.

Rou folded his arms across his chest, but his eyes softened. "So, it is not just the mountain that is messing with you, then. You are not... You are not in control of this?"

"No," I whispered, barely able to force the word out. "I’m not."

Tor’s voice broke through the tension again, steady and firm. "But we are going to fix this. Together."

Rolan raised an eyebrow. "Fix this? How?"

Tor met his gaze, unflinching. "I have no fucking idea for now."

Dante did not speak for a long moment, just stared at Tor, then at me. And in that silence, I could feel the weight of their understanding, the bond between us, the danger that was growing closer by the second.

Finally, Dante spoke. "We are in this together, then. But Freyr..." His voice softened. "You need to trust us. All of us. No more hiding."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I’m not hiding," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just don’t know how to stop it."

Rou gave me a small, grim smile. "You do not have to do it alone, Freyr. We are not leaving you to fight this thing on your own."

"Thank you," I said softly, meeting all their gazes. My voice was hoarse, but sincere. "For saying that. To make it real."

Tor gave me a tight nod. "We are in this together, Freyr. Always."

I wanted to smile, wanted to feel the warmth of that promise, but the tension in my chest refused to dissipate. The voice was still there, clawing at the edges of my mind. But... Now it was not just me who had to carry the burden. It was all of us.

We started walking again, the mountain stretching ahead. The path grew steeper, winding tighter between the rocky spires, the air thin and cold. But I was more focused on the shifting of the atmosphere than anything else.

I do not know when it started, but I felt a subtle change in the air. The ground beneath us seemed to vibrate with something unseen. The oppressive weight of the mountain thickened, pressing in on me like I could not breathe.

And then, without warning, the fog rose. It started slowly like a breath exhaled in the night, but soon, it was thick, swirling up from the ground and wrapping around us in suffocating tendrils. I could not see more than a few feet ahead, and the air tasted strange, metallic, like the mountain itself was trying to smother us. I stepped back, my hand instinctively going for the weapon at my side. But the fog... it felt wrong, like it was not just blocking our vision, it was distorting something.

Tor did not stop. He moved through the mist like it did not bother him at all. But I saw the shift in his posture, the subtle tightening of his jaw.

"Something’s not right," he muttered, his voice barely cutting through the fog. "This mountain... It is playing games with us."

I could feel it, too. The fog was not just an obstacle. It was like the mountain had woven a veil around us something to trap us, to make us question everything.

"Tor," Rolan called out from behind us, his voice strained. "What the hell is this?"

Tor’s eyes narrowed, scanning the fog like it was alive. "The mountain’s trying to weaken us. Our powers, our connection to each other, it is all being affected by this. The fog’s not just to blind us; it is making us doubt ourselves. Making us question each other."

I swallowed, trying to shake off the creeping sense of unease. Doubt. That was exactly what it felt like. Like I was unsure of my own thoughts, my own body. The whispers from the stone in the mountain, the way they slithered under my skin it was all merging, tangled up in this thick fog.

"How do you know that?" Rou asked, his voice low and cautious, but there was a note of urgency in it too.

Tor turned back to face him, his eyes gleaming with something fierce. "Because I can feel it. I know what it feels like when something is trying to break our resolve. This fog in this place is amplifying the fear, the doubt we already carry. We are being pulled apart from the inside."

Dante’s eyes were scanning the mist, his hands moving slowly as though he was testing the air for something more. "So, what do we do? Stand here and wait to lose ourselves?"

"No," Tor said sharply. "We keep moving. We stay close, stay grounded."

I could feel the weight of his words. Something was shifting inside me, too, like the mountain itself was clawing at my confidence, my connection to the group. The fog felt like a thick fog of uncertainty, of fear not just of the mountain, but of ourselves. Like the whispers of the stone were twisting in our heads, making us question who we were and whether we were capable of handling whatever came next.

I looked at Tor again, trying to read his expression. He was still confident, still sure of himself. But his eyes... I could see the flicker of something in them, something that mirrored my thoughts. The mountain was not just testing us physically, it was breaking us mentally. It was trying to. " Freyr, I have an idea, let us split up, "Tor stated.

I did not know what to say at first. My mind was still reeling from the fog, from the strange pull in the air. But then Tor’s words hit me like a slap to the face.

"Wait, what do you mean, split up?" I demanded, the sharpness of my voice cutting through the fog like a blade. I did not want to hear it, did not want to even consider the idea. It felt wrong, every part of me screaming against it. We had to stay together. That was the only way we would make it out of this alive.