My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 110: Rising Eclipse

Violet

It was a sharp sensation, like a hook catching behind my ribs and tugging me forward. I gasped when I felt it again, clutching my chest as I leaned forward.

What was that?!

I looked up at the sky. I didn’t know why, but I felt it had to do with... it.

The sun was still partially visible behind the clouds, but something was wrong with it. The edge looked strange, like something was beginning to obscure it. A faint darkness creeping across its surface.

The eclipse was starting.

’Was that it?’

As I watched that first strip of shadow cross the sun, the pull in my chest intensified, becoming impossible to ignore.

My heart ached as I felt the sharp tug, followed by a slow thrum of my syzygy under my skin. It felt like something was trying to pull me from the inside out, dragging me toward... somewhere.

I clutched my chest tighter, hunching forward as I tried to resist it.

But the pull only grew stronger.

The slow thrum became a restless flutter, as if my syzygy was responding to something I couldn’t see or understand.

I tried to steady my breathing, but the sensation only grew stronger with each passing second. Everywhere seemed to slowly grow darker. I looked up and it seemed as if the darkening of the sun only seemed to amplify this feeling in me, until it felt like my chest was going to crack open from the pressure.

The world began to blur at the edges. My vision swimming as heat flooded through my body in waves. Sweat beaded along my temples despite the cool morning air, and my legs trembled with the effort to stay still.

’No. No. I don’t want to go...’

My body didn’t listen.

My body got to its feet of its own accord, and I found myself turning away from the view, moving back through the balcony doors into my room. My steps were automatic, disconnected, as if someone else was controlling my limbs.

I tried to stop myself. Tried to plant my feet and refuse to move.

The pull yanked harder, and the sharp pain that laced through my chest that made me stumble forward. My syzygy flared wildly, no longer just restless but actively fighting against something or for it. I couldn’t tell which.

The room tilted. Or maybe I did. Everything felt wrong like I was watching myself from outside my own body.

I needed to... I needed to...

What did I need?

The thought slipped away before I could grasp it.

My grandmother’s pendant. The thought surfaced through the haze with sudden clarity. I needed my grandmother’s pendant.

’Wait why do I need that?’

My feet carried me to where I had left it, tucked safely in the bag I had come with. My hands moved without conscious direction, pulling it out, clutching it tight enough that the metal bit into my palm.

Then I stood there, swaying slightly, trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing.

Stay. I was supposed to stay here and wait.

But the pull...

My feet moved anyway, carrying me out of the room, into the entry hall, and toward the exit.

Each step felt like walking through water, thick and resistant, but I couldn’t stop. The pull had become too strong, overriding every other thought, every other instinct.

The hallways passed in a blur. I vaguely registered other wolves, and their voices sounded distant, muffled, like I was hearing them from underwater.

Someone called out to me. Asked if I was alright.

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. My mouth wouldn’t form words.

The main entrance loomed ahead, and I walked through it without slowing, down the castle steps, across the courtyard, and into the city.

The streets should have been crowded, but they felt empty somehow. Or maybe there were people, and I just couldn’t see them properly through the growing haze that surrounded everything.

The sun continued its slow disappearance, the shadow eating more and more of its light. The world began to dim in a way that felt wrong, unnatural. Not the gentle fade of sunset, but something sudden and strange.

I walked and walked.

My legs moved with purpose even though my mind had gone somewhere else entirely. Time lost meaning. Distance lost meaning. There was only the pull and my body’s automatic response to follow it.

At some point, the haze lifted slightly awareness crashed back to me.

It was completely dark, but a different kind of darkness. This felt heavier and more absolute.

I looked up to the sky and immediately went still at the combined masterpiece of horror and beauty.

The sun, or what should have been the sun, was gone, and replaced by a perfect black circle rimmed with a crown of ghostly white fire. The shimmering white light blazed around the moon’s silhouette in dazzling rays that reached out like grasping fingers, illuminating the darkness with an otherworldly glow that made everything look dreamlike and strange.

Stars had emerged, and for some reason they seemed impossibly bright against the darkened sky. Even far more prominent than during the night. I saw more stars than I had ever seen before. The horizon glowed faintly with a ring of sunset colours. Deep oranges, purples, and overhanging shadows that circled the entire world, as if I stood at the centre of an ending day that stretched in all directions.

My eyes started to throb with a painful ache and I tore my eyes away wiping at it.

As my sight slowly adjusted to the surrounding darkness, the city around me had transformed.

Wolves filled the streets. Most of them had shifted into their wolf forms, their eyes reflecting in the darkness with strange glows. They howled, their voices rising in a chorus that echoed through the darkness in a primal, haunting sound.

Others ran through the streets with wild energy, as if the eclipse had unlocked something feral in them. They moved with purpose but no clear destination, driven by instincts older than conscious thought.

Some stood completely still, their wolf forms frozen in place as they stared up at the eclipsed sun, mesmerized by the spectacle above. Little of the light dancing around the moon painted their fur in shades of silver and shadow, making them look like statues carved from moonlight.