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Stephanie's POV: “Ares,” I called out to him, patting his cheeks lightly, but he didn’t open his eyes. His stillness sent a chill through my chest, and I felt my heart twist in pain. I was helpless. Completely and utterly helpless. The sight of him lying there, unconscious, was unbearable, and the fact that I couldn’t do anything to help him made it so much worse. I stood up abruptly, panic taking over my rational thoughts. “Someone, call the infirmary!” I yelled, my voice trembling as I glanced around. The crowd that had gathered around us began to disperse slightly, people murmuring anxiously among themselves. A few moments later, a staff member came rushing toward me, phone in hand, assuring me that the infirmary staff was on their way. Within minutes, the

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Stephanie's POV:It was 10 PM. The day had been long and draining, and I desperately needed to clear my mind. I stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The sound of the running water filled the small space, drowning out the silence that had been gnawing at me since I left the infirmary earlier. I turned on the shower, letting the water cascade over my skin. The warmth soothed my tense muscles, but it did little to calm the storm brewing in my mind. My thoughts kept circling back to Ares, to the tattoo on his back, to the inscription beneath it. The scorpion was etched so vividly in my memory, its tail poised as though ready to strike. And the letters, the strange characters, they weren’t just a design; they meant something. Something significant.As the water streamed down my face, I closed my eyes, replaying the moment I saw the mark. Aiden had been right about the Argento triplets all along. They weren’t just ordinary students or brothers with a penchant for dr

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Stephanie's POV:I couldn’t sleep. No matter how much I tossed and turned, my mind remained restless, tangled with the events of the day. Every little detail replayed in my head like a broken record. The strange energy in the house, the tension in the air, and the gnawing feeling that something was terribly wrong, it all weighed heavily on me. With a frustrated sigh, I pushed my blanket aside and sat up. The stillness of the night made the unease in my chest feel louder. I needed to calm down. I got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains back. The full moon hung high in the sky, its silvery glow spilling across the landscape. The sight was breathtaking. There was something about the moon's quiet, steady presence that brought me a small measure of peace. I let out a deep breath, my fingers lightly resting on the windowsill. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to bask in the moonlight, feeling its gentle radiance wash over me. But then, a sudden knock

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Aiden's POV:My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I noticed was the unfamiliar ceiling above me. The muted beige color of the surface was nothing like the one in my room. For a moment, confusion clouded my mind. Where was I? I sat up slowly, my body protesting with a dull ache, my head pounding like a drum. My eyes scanned the room, and I realized immediately that this wasn’t just any place, it was Stephanie’s room. The faint, sweet scent lingering in the air was unmistakably hers. The events of the night before came rushing back like a tidal wave. I groaned and held my head in my hands as fragmented memories pieced themselves together. I had beaten Ares to a pulp. Then, in my frustration and guilt, I’d drowned myself in alcohol. Afterward, I found myself at her door, spilling everything I’d buried for so long. I had confessed, every word, every feeling. The weight of those memories pressed against my chest, but one thing stood out with startling clarity: I didn’t regret

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Stephanie's POV:"This is to remember the history of Moonsdale. Take the points, look for the clues, and record them. The assignment will be submitted next week." With that, the lecturer finally dismissed us, and the classroom began to buzz with chatter and movement. I turned to Lucy, who was sitting beside me. We had only exchanged quick greetings earlier in the day, and the lecture had been so intense that we hadn't had a chance to properly talk. As our eyes met, she smiled warmly, and I returned the gesture. "You didn’t come yesterday. Why?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity. "Something came up in the pack," she replied with a small shrug. "My father was away, so I had to step in and handle things in his absence." "Oh," I muttered, nodding. "Are you okay, though? That sounds like a lot." "Yes, I am. Thanks for asking," she said, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Come on, you’re my best friend. It’s only natural for me to worry about you," I said with a grin, try

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Stephanie's POV:My mind kept replaying Lucy’s words about the RDC recall. The consequence of recalling the RDC and not winning is death or banishment from the supernatural realm, whichever punishment the winner chooses. I gulped hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. Who had come up with such a cruel and barbaric system? Lucy had explained that the RDC, or the Ranked Duel Challenge, had been in place for centuries before us. It was designed to maintain order among the hierarchy, to ensure that power stayed in the hands of the strongest and most capable. Those who dared to challenge the system had to face the ultimate test, and if they failed, the punishment was absolute. The concept made me sick to my stomach. The people who lived in those times must have been brutal beyond imagination. I couldn’t fathom surviving in an era where survival depended on such merciless rules. Even now, in a supposedly "modern" era, the RDC was still just as vicious. It wasn’t an option for me, not w

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Stephanie's POV:The school grounds were quiet now. Everyone had dispersed, their chatter and footsteps fading into the distance, leaving behind an almost eerie silence. The only sounds that remained were the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional rustling of leaves as the evening breeze passed through. I lay on the field, my back pressed against the cool grass, my gaze fixed on the sky above.The sun was already dipping below the horizon, its warm orange glow spreading across the heavens like a watercolor painting. Streaks of pink and purple bled into the edges of the sky, while the first hints of deep blue signaled the approach of nightfall. The clouds, once fluffy and white, now carried a faint gray tint, as if they were tired from the day’s journey. The sight was breathtaking, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside me.I had decided to stay in school for a while longer, hoping the open space and fresh air would help me clear my head. Going home right away wasn’t

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Alex's POV:We had already informed Tyler of our decision to exile him from the pack, an exile that would last forever. To my surprise, he didn’t argue or protest. He simply nodded, his face devoid of expression, as though he had already resigned himself to the punishment. His silence made it worse somehow, like he was carrying a heavy burden he had no fight left to resist.I paced back and forth in the living room, my footsteps echoing against the wooden floor. My chest felt tight, an uncomfortable pressure that I hadn’t been able to shake off all day. My wolf growled restlessly, agitated and uneasy, and pacing was the only thing keeping him from breaking free.“Alex, stop,” Aiden’s voice broke through the tense silence. He was seated on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a mix of irritation and concern. “You’re making me dizzy.”I sighed heavily, forcing myself to sit down on the couch across from him. My body stilled, but my mind was still racing a hundr

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Stephanie's POV:My gaze locked onto Tyler's, then flicked to the bags he was clutching, and back to his face again.There was guilt and sadness in his eyes. It was as if he was carrying not only his luggage but an invisible burden that made his shoulders sag.Without uttering a single word, I stepped forward, yanked the bags from his grip, and stormed into the living room. The sound of the bags hitting the floor echoed as I dropped them in the center of the room. My eyes darted to Aiden and Alex, who stood frozen like statues, their expressions a strange mix of shock and unease. It was as though they’d just seen a ghost materialize in front of them.Alex was the first to snap out of it, his voice breaking the tension. "What are you doing?" he asked, his tone sharp but tinged with disbelief.I turned to face him, my hands trembling slightly, though I refused to let it show. "What am I doing? What are you doing?" My voice came out stronger than I expected. "You can exile him, banish

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Stephanie's POV:I tossed and turned in my bed, frustration building with every passing second. Sleep was impossible. My eyes darted to the ceiling, tracing the faint patterns of shadows cast by the moonlight streaming through the curtains. My mind refused to quiet down, spinning relentlessly as thoughts of everything happening in the house filled my head.I mean, how could I sleep, given what was going on?Nicholas was missing.The realization hit me like a wave every time I thought about it. Nobody knew where he was or what had happened to him. According to Alex, Nicholas wouldn’t just disappear, not like this. Someone was behind his disappearance. Someone had taken him, and the uncertainty of who and why gnawed at me relentlessly.There was this tugging feeling in my chest, a weight I couldn’t ignore. My mind kept circling back to endless questions. Who would want to make him disappear? Why?First, it had been the rebels. Then the rogues. And now, this. Every time it felt like we

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