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Chapter Thirteen: When the Empire Fell
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The whisper came again.Soft.Clawed.Evie.But this time, Evelyn didn’t flinch.She sat cross-legged on the safe house floor, eyes shut, Mason nearby but silent.Her breathing was slow. Steady.The charcoal words on the alley wall still burned in her memory—The Blood Remembers—but Evelyn wasn’t interested in memory anymore.She wanted clarity.Control.“Get out,” she said softly.Silence.Then—laughter. Echoing in her skull.“You can’t banish what you are.”But it wasn’t true.Evelyn gritted her teeth and reached inward—not with her mind, but with something deeper.Not a howl. Not a scream.A pulse.Her own.Her heartbeat rose—and with it, a presence. Hers. Not Isla’s. Hers.She pushed.The pressure inside her head surged—Isla snarled—And shattered.Evelyn collapsed backward, gasping. Cold sweat soaked her skin, but the silence in her head was pure.Mason rushed over. “What happened?”“She’s gone,” Evelyn said. “I forced her out.”Mason blinked. “You what?”“I wasn’t being haunted,
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Mason’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed his back against the wet bark of a pine tree, one hand clamped to his side where blood seeped hot and steady through his fingers. His vision blurred, pulsing with pain and adrenaline. He could hear them—boots crunching dead leaves, radios murmuring, the hounds of the Circle loose in the dark.He hadn’t meant to separate from Evelyn and Lucian. The explosion back at the ridge had knocked him off his feet, disoriented him. By the time he’d regained his bearings, they were gone, and the forest was crawling with enemies.A branch snapped too close. Mason gritted his teeth and forced himself to move, every step a white-hot spike through his ribs. He wasn’t a werewolf like Evelyn or Emily—but he was something just as stubborn: a man too loyal to quit.A soft growl rumbled in the trees to his left.“Not now,” Mason whispered. “Don’t you dare.”The growl came again—closer. He turned, raising his knife, breath hitching.But what stepped out was
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Julian’s words hung heavy in the cold.Help me burn it all down.Evelyn didn’t lower her gun. Her arms trembled—not from fear, but from rage. Guilt. Grief. The memory of Emily's blood on her hands.“I’m not your weapon,” she said. “And I’m not your damn ally.”Julian’s gaze softened, like he pitied her.“You still think this ends with good guys walking away clean.” He stepped closer. Lucian bared his teeth, growling low.“You weren’t created to save the world, Evelyn. You were designed to lock it up. You’re a failsafe. Nothing more.”“Then why not kill me?” she snapped. “If I’m the key to the Door, and you want it buried—kill me right now.”Julian hesitated.Something flickered in his face—something broken.“Because you’re the only one who might still choose not to open it.”Then he moved.Fast. Too fast.Lucian lunged at the same moment, claws colliding with claws in a crack of sound that sent birds scattering into the night. Evelyn dove aside, rolled, and came up firing. Silver roun
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The forest reeked of blood and gunpowder. Evelyn’s breath fogged in the cold air as she ran, heart thundering like a drum against her ribs. Behind her, the screams had stopped. That was worse than hearing them.Lucian didn’t say a word. He moved ahead, his shoulders hunched, muscles coiled tight like a wolf still waiting to pounce. His scent—earth, pine, and something wild—lingered in the air as Evelyn struggled to keep up. Her legs ached, her throat burned. But she couldn’t stop. Not now.A clearing broke through the trees. The ruined husk of an old ranger station sagged beneath snow-dusted beams. Lucian jerked open the door and motioned her inside.“Won’t hold them long,” he muttered, eyes scanning the dark treeline. “But it’s something.”Inside, Evelyn collapsed against the wall, gasping. The air stank of rot and old wood. Dust stirred with every breath.Lucian’s silhouette loomed in the dark, his eyes catching what little light remained—those unmistakable predator eyes. Still glow
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The drive north felt endless.The night was thick, the roads winding and empty, swallowed by forests that pressed close on either side like silent watchers.Mason drove, white-knuckled. Evelyn sat beside him, bandaged but tense, scanning every shadow.Damian rode in the back, a silent and seething presence, barely human.None of them spoke.Not until the headlights finally picked out a crumbling, abandoned gas station at the end of a forgotten road."This is it?" Mason asked doubtfully.Damian nodded once. "He doesn’t trust anyone. Not even me."Evelyn’s hand hovered near her gun. "Good. Because I don't trust him either."They pulled up and killed the engine.Silence swallowed them.The building was sagging and half-eaten by moss and vines. A faded sign swung in the cold wind, creaking ominously."Stay behind me," Damian said, already shifting slightly — his bones rippling under his skin, his eyes burning gold.He led them through the ruins, past the broken pumps and shattered windows
