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Chapter Thirty

Author: Greatness Kay
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The Balance

The cave was silent, save for the drip of water from the ceiling. My body still ached from the last trial, but Lucien gave no reprieve. He stood at the center of the stone floor, shadows curling lazily at his feet like waiting predators.

“You’ve proven you can fight,” he said, voice low and commanding. “You’ve proven you can kill. But strength without balance is chaos. And chaos will consume you faster than Derrick ever could.”

I swallowed hard, the memory of my wolf facing me in the circle still sharp. “What do you mean?”

Lucien’s coal-dark eyes fixed on me. “Your wolf and the shadows both crave dominance. If you favor one, the other festers. If you submit to both, they’ll tear you apart. You must make them one—or you will never defeat him.”

The words sank deep.

He lifted his hand. The shadows writhed upward, forming a dark circle around me. Then the mark on my palm blazed, and my wolf surged forward, silver light spilling into the clearing until it burned against the black.

I gasped as the two forces collided inside me. The shadows pulled one way, cold and hungry, while my wolf strained the other, fierce and proud. My body convulsed, my knees buckling under the weight of both.

Lucien’s voice was sharp. “Command them!”

“I can’t!” The words tore from me as I dropped to my knees. The shadows lashed wildly, whipping across the stone walls, while my wolf’s roar shook my chest. My vision blurred, the world splitting in two—half silver, half

black.

“You can,” Lucien snapped, stepping closer, his presence like iron. “Or you will be nothing. Choose. Bind them. Make them yours.”

The shadows surged violently, wrapping around my arms like chains. My wolf snarled, shattering some of them with bursts of silver. Pain ripped through me with every clash, like my soul was being torn in two.

Kimberly, my wolf’s voice thundered inside me, let me lead. I am strong.

The shadows whispered at the same time, cold and tempting. Give yourself to me. I am freedom.

I cried out, caught between them, the mark on my palm blazing hot enough to sear. My father’s words echoed in my mind: Whatever you become, I will stand with you.

“No,” I rasped, forcing myself upright, trembling. “Not wolf. Not shadow. Me.”

The silver light and the black storm clashed again, threatening to rip me apart.

I spread my arms, dragging both inward, forcing them into my chest. My body shook, my vision went white, my scream echoed through the cavern—

And then silence.

I fell to the stone floor, gasping, drenched in sweat. The shadows no longer fought against me. My wolf’s presence no longer snarled with defiance. They pulsed together, steady, alive. One heartbeat. One will.

Mine.

Lucien crouched before me, studying me with an unreadable expression. At last, he smiled faintly, sharp and approving.

“Better. You’ve begun to weave them together. But this is only the beginning. Balance must hold even in battle. And Derrick won’t give you time to breathe.”

I wiped blood from my lip, forcing myself to sit straighter. “Then make me fight.”

Lucien’s eyes gleamed, dangerous and proud.

“Good.” He lifted a hand, and the shadows answered, forming a beast larger than any I had yet faced. Its body was woven from both silver light and black smoke, a creature born of my wolf and my fear.

My heart pounded.

“Your enemy will not be shadow,” Lucien said. “Your enemy will not be wolf. It will be both. Prove you can master yourself—or you will fall to yourself.”

The beast roared, shaking the cavern. My wolf bristled inside me, ready to fight. The shadows stirred eagerly in my veins.

And for the first time, I didn’t feel fear.

I felt ready.

I tightened my grip on the shadow-blades forming in my hands, my wolf’s strength surging through every muscle. “Then let’s see what

I’ve become.”

The beast lunged.

And I met it head-on.

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