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First Strike
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2025-10-03 16:00:01The night was sharp, cold enough to bite at exposed skin as we crouched in the shadows of a rusted fire escape. Viremont sprawled below us in jagged neon and smoke, the hum of traffic underscored by the distant bass of music from bars that never closed. But my focus was on the warehouse across the street—Silver Ash territory, marked not by banners or sigils, but by the wolves guarding the doors, their eyes gleaming gold in the dark.
Kael crouched beside me, every line of him taut, his gaze never leaving the sentries. Lira leaned against the railing, twirling her dagger like she was bored, though the sharpness in her posture betrayed her readiness. Janie’s breathing was fast, shallow; she hugged herself tighter, but her eyes didn’t waver. And Grayson—he was the storm itself, jaw clenched, fists balled, as if the only thing keeping him still was the thin thread of our plan.“This is madness,” Janie whispered, her voice trembling. “We’re really doing this?”“
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The air was still buzzing from the ritual circle, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. My hands trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the way the pendant had burned against my chest, like it had fused itself deeper into my skin.Roman’s eyes met mine across the ruined chamber, the glow of dying embers casting shadows over his face. He was alive, barely scratched, but there was something in his expression that set my heart stumbling. He wasn’t just worried—he was afraid.And if Roman Vale was afraid, then we were standing on the edge of something none of us were ready for.“You felt it too, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.Roman took a step closer, his boots crunching on broken stone. “I felt it. The pendant didn’t just react—it chose you, Nora. You’re not holding power anymore. You are the power.”I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to rip the damn thing off and throw it into the fire. But I couldn’t. Even if I trie
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