[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her":3,"chapter-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-417":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},764541,1010,"Chapter 417 TINY SPARKS","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-417",417,"\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night settled over Nightfang like a held breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood at the edge of the clearing behind Daniel’s treehouse, my gaze lifting to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon hung low and full, its light spilling across the ground in a quiet, steady radiance that felt almost sacred, as if it knew what we were here to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, I could feel each presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alois and Corin were both keyed in and ready, their psychic senses taut, prepared to step in if anything slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran was just to my right. Close enough that the edge of his presence pressed against mine, steady and grounded, reassuring me I was not alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imani stood closer to the center of the clearing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes wide with wonder and just a tinge of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron sat where we had placed him earlier, in the center of the clearing, his posture upright but wrong in a way that made something in my chest tighten every time I looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were open, but unfocused, fixed on nothing, as if whatever part of him should have been looking out had been locked somewhere deeper inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We don’t have much room for error,” Corin said quietly from behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded once, still watching Aaron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As your anchor, the moon will amplify you,” Alois added, his voice measured. “But amplification doesn’t guarantee control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know that too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, softer, “You don’t have to do this if you feel you’re not ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhaled slowly, cool air filling my lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” I said. “I do. And I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because time wasn’t on our side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because every delay gave Catherine more space to move, to adjust, to tighten whatever hold she had over everything she touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My gaze flicked to Imani.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t moved and hadn’t spoken. But the tension in her posture intensified with each passing second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For herself and her son. For the family she never got to have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t push past what I can handle,” I promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alois voice was barely above a whisper, “See that you don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, I stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver light shifted as I moved into it, brushing against my skin in a way that felt...aware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron didn’t react at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze remained blank and empty, untouched by the change in the air around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped a few steps in front of him, letting the silence stretch, letting myself settle into the moment instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I closed my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shift came easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver under my skin stirred, rising to meet the pull of the moon above. It threaded through me with a quiet, steady strength that felt less like power and more like alignment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I opened my eyes again, the world was sharper and brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything shimmered, edges outlined in silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could feel them all more clearly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alois.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imani—her presence pulsed, fragile and desperate, reaching out to something that wasn’t fully there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aaron...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I focused on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint. Fragmented. But not gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Alina,’ I called inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her response came immediately, not as a voice but as a presence that rose alongside mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Aaron reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker, so small I might have missed it if I hadn’t been looking for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes twitched, just slightly, his brows furrowing with slight confusion at the silver wolf before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the air charge, the space around us bending subtly as something older and far more powerful settled into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron’s breath hitched as his eyes locked onto Alina’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There you are.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Aaron.’ My voice filtered gently into his mind, soft and cautious. ‘Can you hear me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in his body, in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alina moved with me, our awareness aligning, and together we reached into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world tilted that way it did when my consciousness slipped past the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clearing disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then we were inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron’s mind was exactly like the last time I’d been in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emptied. Fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brokenness made orientation difficult, as if the space itself had been pulled apart and haphazardly stitched back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments spread through the space, scattered in every direction. Most of them were dark and motionless, offering no response, no matter how closely I focused on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt Alina’s presence tighten with unease. ‘This is worse than before,’ she murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was right. It wasn’t just that pieces were missing—whatever had been done to Aaron had torn the connections between them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memories hadn’t simply been taken. They had been separated, left drifting without structure or path, impossible to follow in any coherent way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘True,’ I agreed. Then I reminded her, ‘But we’re stronger than before, too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt her smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s do this then.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I narrowed my focus, letting the silver guide me instead of forcing my way through the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, nothing changed. The same scattered emptiness stretched in every direction, fragments drifting without pattern or connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, near the center, something shifted—subtle enough that I nearly missed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small cluster caught my attention. The fragments there were dim, faint compared to the others, but they weren’t completely dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They glowed—tiny sparks pulsing softly in the stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do you see that?’ I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yes,’ Alina said, her voice sharpening. ‘That wasn’t there before.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe it had been—hidden, dormant, waiting for something to reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t overthink it. Instinct took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space resisted, not violently, but with a steady drag, like something unseen was pushing back, trying to keep me from getting too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pressed through it anyway, letting my power rise to meet that resistance, reinforcing me with each step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I drew closer, the fragments flickered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not randomly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breathing slowed, syncing with the rhythm of the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Stay with me; we can do this,’ I murmured, not sure if I meant Alina or Aaron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached out carefully, keeping the motion controlled and deliberate. Not pulling, not forcing, just making contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment my awareness brushed the first fragment, it flared brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm. Familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint sensation brushed against my awareness—brief, incomplete, but unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotion. Recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Again,’ Alina urged, urgency threading into her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I reached for another fragment, then another, each one responding the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flared at the contact, and each time it did, something within the space stirred, as if the pieces were trying to remember how to belong to something larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were still separate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still isolated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slowed, realization crystallizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They’re not just fragments,’ I said. ‘They’re pieces of the same memory that have been pulled apart.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then we link them,’ Alina said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, when I reached for the fragments, I didn’t let go. I held the first, then reached for another, guiding them toward each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver flowed through the space between them, threading the gap, giving the connection something to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the fragments pulsed. Together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light flared, stronger now. A ripple spread outward, subtle but unmistakable, the fractured edges trembling as the pieces began to align.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Aaron,’ I called into his mind, my voice steadier, firmer. ‘Stay with me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light intensified. The fragments fused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something broke through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t complete, not fully formed, but it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face emerged through the haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space around us steadied, the fractures easing just enough to hold what had been formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recognition came before the image fully settled, the name forming with a clarity that cut through everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the emotion followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It surged through the space whole and undeniable, cutting past the damage, past the manipulation, straight to something deeper than thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, Imani’s breath hitched, the pull snapping between them as if it had never been broken at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world rushed back in around me—the cool night air, the weight of my body, the presence of everyone watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaron’s body jerked, and a sharp inhale tore through him, as if he’d been dragged up from deep water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head lifted, eyes wide, unfocused for half a second before they locked onto something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice broke as he gasped, “Imani.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1407,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","a00f98cc590cccd544d1994fd4b3ce2f10442ab0bc7a791d381e154fd7485b65","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-418","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-416",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]