LOGIN[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“What’s happening here?”
~Samantha~"You won't. But feel free to try. It will make the victory sweeter." He was almost gone now. Just a voice in the air. "Better make them count."Then he was gone. Completely. Just wisps of shadow that faded in the morning light.I stood there breathing hard. The silver light connecting me to Dominic started to fade.
~Samantha~Black Moon wasn't dead. The neck snap hadn't killed him. Of course it hadn't. He was too powerful for something that simple to work.We'd barely gotten Dominic loaded into the vehicle when Black Moon appeared in the mill doorway. Standing. Whole. Like Killian hadn't just broken his neck."Did you really think that would work?" His laugh echoed across the clearin
~Samantha~"No. Relic first. Sister second. Those are the terms.""Then we have a problem. Because I don't trust you.""And I don't trust you. Which is why we're at an impasse." Black Moon's hand moved. Claws extended. Pressed against the girl's throat. "Give me the relic or I kill her. Right here. Right now. Your choice."
~Samantha~We gathered in Dominic's office at five in the morning. None of us had slept.Lila spread a map across the desk. Marked locations with a pencil."The meeting point is here. Old mill on the eastern border. Black Moon chose it because there's no cover nearby. Open ground. Hard to set up an ambush."
~Samantha~My head was spinning. Lila had been making deals with Black Moon. That was bad. That was a betrayal of trust.But she'd also refused to follow through. Had told the man the deal was off. Had prioritized the mission over her sister.That took strength. That took sacrifice.
~Samantha~Purple found us first.We were maybe two miles into the forest, following Lila's directions to where the first Silver Claw survivor was supposedly hiding, when Purple came crashing through the underbrush.Barking. Covered in burrs and scratches.
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]“Stop with all this nonsense, Dominic,” I hissed at him as I pushed him away, not too strongly, though, but it was enough to make him flinch. I knew the kids were seeing us, but I was getting a little impatient with his irrational behavior toward me, the kids, and Killian
[DIANA’s Point of View]I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew Mom was in great pain.Maybe not physically. The agony in her eyes as it darkened brought a wrenching feeling in my stomach, and I fought not to cry. No. I promised Devon I wouldn’t cry in front of Mom and Dad. We promised e
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