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ALLISON."She must have taken it while he was asleep. And Mason… the reckless bastard… he let it happen."I saw the rage flicker in his eyes, but beneath it, there was something else. Pain."Mason promised he’d retrieve it again. But that didn’t change the fact that every second counted. Noelle was dying."A lump formed in my throat."A week passed. He still hadn’t gotten it back. And by then… Noelle was already taking her last breath.” River’s voice became almost hollow.Silence stretched between us. I watched him, my heart breaking at the way his expression, as if he was trying to keep himself together."I held her as she died, Allison. I watched the light fade from her eyes." His voice was barely above a whisper now.My heart hurt for him. No one deserved to lose their mate that way."And then, hours later, Mason showed up. With the fragment. But it was too late. She was gone"River let out a bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it. "I tried to use it on her anyway. But it didn’

ALLISON.By hour twelve, the barrier around the cabin collapsed and I felt it. It was like the atmosphere around the place quickly shifted, like the veil of protection had been violently ripped away, leaving us exposed, vulnerable from all the predators around us.We stood in formation outside the cabin, surrounded by nearly a hundred wolves. Some remained in their human forms, while the rest had already shifted in their wolf forms. Wesley had taken the lead. He was standing near the front. His expression was serious as he surveyed the darkened forest ahead. It was already night, probably a quarter past eight.In my arms, Amaris sucked on her pacifier. We stayed quiet as looked at the surrounding, checking if there were any enemies nearby. Minutes passed and there was nothing weird about the surroundings. We didn’t hear any strange noises, any presence, or something that we should wary of. The coast was clear.Wesley finally gave a nod. “Time to move. The reinforcements are waiting fo

ALLISON.A choked gasp left my lips, and I clamped my hand over my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Four dozen bodies lay strewn across the ground, their forms twisted in agony. Their skin was scorched, blackened as if burned from the inside out. My breath caught in my throat. There was only one person who could have done this.I swallowed hard, dreading what I would see when I looked up. And then, I saw him.Sullivan. My brother.He sat in the middle of the carnage, legs crossed as if waiting for us. His shoulders were hunched, his head bowed. But he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him, smiling wickedly, was Celestine.“You finally made it here. I almost got bored waiting for you,” Celestine said in her usual sickly-sweet voice.“What have you done?!” I growled in fury.“Ask your brother. He was the one who did the dirty work,” Celestine shot back.Sullivan’s face darkened. His expression was a mixture of anger, grief, and guilt. He looked as if he still couldn’t comprehend

ALLISON.Quinn was already there, clutching Sullivan’s twitching form, tears streaming down her face. Celestine ignored me. She took a slow step forward, tilting her head as if considering something.“He is at my mercy now. And I can make this agony last for as long as I want.” Her lips curled into a ruthless grin.She lifted her hand and curled her fingers into a fist, tugging to some invisible strings in the air. Sullivan screamed. His body arched, his hands clutching at his chest as if something were ripping him apart from the inside. It broke me to see him like this.Quinn sobbed, tightening her hold on him. “Stop it! Please, stop!”But Celestine wasn’t done. She turned her piercing gaze to me.“Come with me, Allison. Do that, and I will end his suffering.” Her voice was almost gentle now, coaxing.I shook my head, my entire body trembling. I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that I could save him. For the past few days, that was what I have been clinging to. I thought I

ALLISON.Somehow, I was reminded again of the question our father asked us in that fateful day at the river…“What are you willing to do for the person you love?”As I stared at the stones and wooden cross that marked his grave, I found myself smiling because after everything, after the battles, the sacrifices, the loss, and the victories… I knew my answer had remained the same.“I did everything I could for love, Dad,” I whispered, gently laying down a bouquet of yellow tulips, his favorite.Beside me, Sullivan knelt and did the same, only his bouquet was of amaryllis flowers which was our mom’s favorite. He stayed silent for a moment, his fingers brushing against the wood of the cross, before he exhaled deeply.It has been two years since the war ended. The bloody battle that tore through the Outworld, leaving scars on both the land and the people. It took time, so much time to rebuild everything that has been broken. Many people died, but a lot of them survived. Still, it didn’t me