# CHAPTER 28: The Storm Unleashed
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review CHAPTER 28 of *Fourth Wing* — a chapter that crackles with tension, shattering revelations, and one of the most jaw-dropping moments in Violet Sorrengail’s journey. So grab your coffee, settle in beside your dragon, and let’s dive into a chapter where love, fear, and lightning collide.
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The morning begins quietly, but Violet’s heart is anything but still. She’s waiting outside Professor Markham’s office before dawn, desperate for news about her sister Mira after the attack on Montserrat. Xaden finds her there, offering coffee — and a little too much insight into her sleeping habits, courtesy of Sgaeyl. Violet snaps at him, but he only leans against the wall, calm and devastating as ever. When she learns he hasn’t slept well since his father left Aretia to declare secession — more than six years ago — her anger softens into something far more complicated.
He tells her he’s twenty-three. She learns he already knows her birthday is in July because, in his own words, he made it his business to know everything about her the moment he saw her on the parapet. When she asks if he still plans to ruin her, he flinches. And then he tells her the truth: maybe it changed when he saw Oren holding a knife to her throat, or when he realized the bruises on her neck were fingerprints, or when he kissed her, or when he realized he can’t stop thinking about doing more than kissing her. Violet’s breath catches, but she’s still afraid to trust him — afraid it’s all a game.
Then something extraordinary happens. He asks her to try speaking directly into his mind. She steps into her mental Archives, feels the power ripple through her veins, and turns… to see a shadow of sparkling night swirling along the roofline. Xaden. The connection is real. And when Dain arrives, Xaden’s voice slides into her head with snide commentary, making her grin despite herself.
Professor Markham appears, and Violet pleads for news about Mira. He finally admits no riders were lost at Montserrat. Relief hits her so hard her knees give out — Dain catches her, and she lets herself breathe. Mira is alive. Xaden is gone when she finally pulls herself together.
She skips breakfast and formation, rushes to the flight field, drops to her knees, and sobs into Andarna’s scales. “She’s alive.” She repeats it until she believes it.
In the days that follow, Violet begins a quiet campaign to know Xaden better. She asks if he has siblings. She asks his favorite food mid-Battle-Brief through their new mental link — chocolate cake, apparently. She asks about Liam, and he tells her they were fostered together. But when she asks about the silver scars on his back, he goes tense. Sgaeyl startles into the air, leaving them behind. “He cares for you. That’s already hard enough for him,” Tairn says. Violet scoffs, but Tairn answers simply: “Not for him there isn’t.”
Then comes the first battle of the War Games, a bright May afternoon that promises glory and danger in equal measure. Fourth Wing stands in formation, awaiting assignments. The enemy? First Wing. And Jack Barlowe, who never forgot that Violet put him in the infirmary, burns with hatred in every glance.
Xaden is leading the meeting, and Violet teases him through their bond. He growls that the mission is “both” offense and defense, then goes back to work. Dain arrives beaming: First Wing is guarding a crystal egg in a mountain fort, and Fourth Wing has a flag to defend — with no outpost. And Dain’s squad, Violet’s squad, has been assigned to carry it.
When they reach the flight field, Violet is stunned to find Tairn wearing a custom saddle — a marvel of black metal bands, straps, and secure stirrups. She protests that she can’t use it, that everyone will know she can’t keep her seat without it. Tairn growls that he decides what’s allowed, and Xaden admits he had it made for her, nearly getting burned alive in the process. The saddle is beautiful, practical, and somehow a gift that feels deeply personal.
Dain interrupts, accepting the saddle without jealousy, saying he’s fine with whatever keeps Violet safe. Xaden’s low voice teases her mind: *Bet it would be even more awkward if I kissed you now, huh?* She answers fiercely: *The next time we kiss had better not be just to piss off Dain.* And their eyes promise more.
Andarna, glittering gold, insists on joining the battle. Violet tells her to roll in the mud to dull her shine, and the little dragon races off happily. Moments later, they’re airborne.
The mission unfolds as a tense dance through mountain peaks. Violet’s squad splits into formations, and for the first time, with the saddle holding her firmly, she lets go of the pommels — hands raised as Tairn dives. Power surges through her veins, intoxicating and terrifying. For a heartbeat, she’s alive in a way she’s never been.
Then the attack comes. A gray tower on the ridgeline. Dragons launching. Ice pellets striking her skin. Tairn takes a blast of fire to his belly to shield her — a blast that should be impossible from their own kind. Violet grounds herself in the Archives, leaving doors only for Tairn, Andarna, and Xaden. She spots the egg’s location and sends the message. Xaden is twenty miles out.
Then she sees it: Deigh and Liam locked in battle with Baide. Jack. Jack jumps from his dragon onto Deigh’s back, draws his sword, and thrusts it through Liam’s side. Violet screams as Liam falls, plummeting toward the rocks.
There’s no time. Deigh collides with the tower, Jack rolls to safety, grinning. Tairn dives after Liam’s body, but they’re too high, too far. Violet calls to Andarna. “Do it!” She reaches for Andarna’s golden power — a gift beyond time itself — and time stops. Frozen in a windless sky, Tairn snatches Liam from midair, slams through the outcropping, and escapes. Time snaps back. Liam is alive, transferred to Rhiannon’s waiting dragon.
And then Violet looks up at the tower where Jack still stands, sword dripping with Liam’s blood. Rage consumes her. She orders Tairn to climb. Power builds until it’s scorching her blood. She unsheathes a blade, ready to do what she must — but the magic has its own plan. The roof of her Archives disintegrates. Power swirls around her, through her, into her until she feels infinite.
Lightning splits the sky. A bluish streak of silver death slams into the tower, exploding stone and sending Jack tumbling down the mountainside. He cannot survive. Baide wails below. Tairn roars with pride.
“Lightning wielder.”
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## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
What a chapter! Violet’s emotional arc here is absolutely breathtaking — from the raw relief of knowing Mira is alive, to the fragile trust she builds with Xaden, to the heart-stopping rescue of Liam, and finally the breathtaking, terrifying unleashing of her signet. The moment time freezes with Andarna’s gift is pure magic, and the lightning strike left me screaming. Xaden’s vulnerability, the custom saddle, the mental bond deepening — every beat landed perfectly.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 5 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Violet has manifested as a lightning wielder — a power no one has seen in living memory — the entire political landscape of Basgiath will shift. Xaden will be torn between awe and terror, leadership will scramble to control her, and Jack’s death will not go unnoticed. I predict Violet will be summoned before command, and the truth about her power — and her connection to Xaden — will force her to choose where her loyalties truly lie.
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