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Chapter Sixty-one: What Desmond Did

The photograph wouldn’t leave my mind. Desmond. The woman who claimed to be my mother. My wolf was standing behind them. And beneath the image—ASK DESMOND WHAT HE DID TO YOU.I stared at the message until my fingers began to tremble. Alexander noticed. “What is it?” I handed him my phone. His expression changed the moment he saw the photograph. “That’s Desmond.” “Yes.” “And your wolf.” “Yes.” He looked at the woman. “She was telling the truth.” I swallowed. “I don’t know anymore.”For years, I had thought my greatest mistake was trusting Desmond. Now I was beginning to wonder if trusting my own memories had been an even bigger one.Alexander looked at me. “What are you going to do?” I took a slow breath. “I’m going to ask him.” “Luna—” “No.” I looked toward the exit. “If Desmond knows what happened five years ago, I’m done chasing fragments.” “You think he’ll tell you?” “He will.” “How do you know?”I looked down at the photograph. “Because if he doesn’t…” I closed my hand around the

Chapter Sixty-two: The First Phantom Awakens

The building shook again. A deep tremor rolled beneath our feet, rattling the glass walls and sending several folders sliding from the conference table. Then came the voice. “My daughter has finally come home.”Every light in the room flickered. My blood turned cold. My wolf went completely silent. That scared me more than a growl ever could.I looked at Desmond. His face had lost all color. “You said she was dead.” “I thought she was.” “Who is she?” He stared at the floor. “The First Phantom.” I swallowed. “But you said she was a consciousness.” “She was.” “Then why can I hear her?” “I don’t know.”A terrible scream echoed through the building. Glass shattered somewhere below us. The board members began shouting. Security rushed into the conference room. “Everyone stay where you are!” I turned toward them. “Put your weapons down.” They didn’t listen. One raised his gun. Alexander moved first. He crossed the room in a blur and slammed the weapon out of the man’s hand. Another guard

Chapter Sixty-three: The Other Me

The creature wearing my face smiled. I couldn’t move. It had my eyes. My scar. The same wine-red hair. Even the small mark beneath my left eye. But there was something terribly wrong about it. Its eyes weren’t alive. They were silver pools without warmth, without fear, without hesitation.My wolf trembled inside me. That’s us. “No.” The creature tilted its head. It smiled wider. “Hello, Luna.” My blood turned cold. It knew my name. Alexander stepped in front of me. “Stay behind me.”The creature laughed. “You still protect her?” Alexander’s claws emerged. “You won’t touch her.” The creature looked at him. “You’ve always been protective of what doesn’t belong to you.” Alexander froze. I looked at him. “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer.The creature moved. One second, it stood across the chamber. The next— It was directly in front of Alexander. The impact sent him flying. “Alexander!” He crashed against the stone wall. I ran toward him. The creature caught my wrist. Pain shot thro

Chapter Sixty-Four: The Father Who Never Died

My father’s face remained burned into my mind. Older, harder but unmistakable.For five years, I had believed he was dead. For five years, I had mourned him. For five years, I had blamed myself for surviving when he didn’t. Now I knew the truth. He was alive. And he had been watching me. “Open the door.” My voice echoed through the chamber. Nothing happened. “Open it!”I slammed my palm against the metal. Silver light flashed beneath my fingers. The door didn’t move. Behind me, Desmond whispered, “Luna…” I turned. “You knew.” His eyes widened. “I didn’t know he survived.” “You recognized him immediately.” “Because I saw him die.” “Then what is he?”Desmond shook his head. “I don’t know.” The First Phantom stepped closer. “He isn’t the man you remember.” I looked at her. “What does that mean?” “He died five years ago.” My heart stopped. “You just said he was alive.” “He is.” “That doesn’t make sense.”She looked toward the dark screen. “The man you saw isn’t your father.” I frowned. “T

Chapter Sixty-five: The Command to Kill

“Now kill her.”The command echoed through the chamber. Every soldier raised a weapon. For one heartbeat, nobody moved. Then they fired. I didn’t think.My body moved before my mind could react. Silver light erupted from beneath my skin. The bullets stopped in midair. Twenty-seven rounds hovered around me. I stared at them. I hadn’t done that. At least, I didn’t think I had.My wolf’s voice whispered inside my mind. We did. I swallowed. How? You finally stopped fighting me. The bullets dropped harmlessly to the floor. The soldiers stepped backward. One whispered, “She’s awakened.”Another raised his weapon again. I lifted my hand. The weapon flew from his grip. He slammed against the wall. Alexander stared at me. “Luna…” I turned toward him. “What?” He shook his head. “Your eyes.” I touched my face. “What about them?” “They’re silver.” My wolf stirred. They’re supposed to be.I looked at the soldiers. “Who gave the command?” No one answered. I stepped forward. “Who?” The nearest soldi

Chapter Sixty-six: The Wolves Below

The howls came from beneath us. One. Then another. Then dozens. Then hundreds. The sound rolled through the underground facility like a living storm. I stood completely still. My wolf lifted her head inside me. They’re afraid. I frowned. Wolves don’t howl like that when they’re attacking. They’re calling for help.My heart tightened. “Jenna.” My earpiece crackled. “I’m here.” “Tell me you heard that.” A pause. “Every microphone in the building picked it up.” “How many?” “I don’t know.” “Find out.” “I’ve already started.” The floor shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. Alexander looked toward the corridor. “We need to move.” I nodded. “Where are they?” Jenna answered before Alexander could. “Below us.” “How far?” “Three levels.”Desmond stepped toward the staircase. “There are no lower levels on the building plans.” I looked at him. “You said you helped build this place.” “I did.” “And you didn’t know?” “No.” I walked toward the staircase. “Then someone built underneath what you built.”

Chapter Sixty-seven: The Lie About My Father

My mother’s words shattered the room. “Your father wasn’t trying to save you, Luna. He was trying to control you.”I stared at her. My wolf had gone completely silent. Even the hundreds of wolves surrounding us seemed to sense the shift. I couldn’t breathe. “No.”My mother didn’t move. “Luna—” “No.” I stepped backward. “You don’t get to say that.” “It’s the truth.” “You already lied to me about being dead.” “I know.” “You lied about everything.” “I know.” “So why should I believe you now?” Her eyes filled with tears. “Because I have nothing left to lose.”I laughed bitterly. “That’s what everyone says when they want me to trust them.” My grandfather’s face appeared on the screen again. He smiled. “Excellent.” I turned toward him. “Stay out of this.” “I’ve waited years to watch this moment.” “What moment?” “The moment you finally understand that everyone around you has been lying.”My hands tightened. “You included.” “Especially me.” My mother looked toward the screen. “Don’t listen to

Chapter Sixty-eight: The Bloodborn

The creature’s roar ripped through the facility. Concrete cracked beneath my feet. Every wolf went silent. Not frightened but terrified. My wolf pressed against my consciousness, her presence suddenly sharp and alert. Don’t let it touch you.I stared at the creature towering above us. It looked like a nightmare someone had given flesh. The body was enormous, covered in dark, almost metallic fur. Its wings stretched across the broken ceiling, black feathers dripping with something that looked like blood. Silver veins pulsed beneath its skin.But its eyes— Those silver eyes were exactly like mine. My breath caught. “It has my eyes.” My mother grabbed my arm. “Luna, move.” I didn’t. “What is it?” “The Bloodborn.” “You said that already.” “You don’t understand.” “Then explain.”She looked at the creature. “It wasn’t created from your blood.” I frowned. “Then whose?” Her silence answered before her words did. “Your father’s.” My heart stopped. “No.” “Yes.”The creature lowered its enormous

Chapter Sixty-nine: The Woman With My Face

I couldn’t move. The woman standing across the ruined laboratory had my face. Not someone who looked like me. Not someone who merely shared my features. My face.The same eyes. The same jaw. The same small scar beneath my left eyebrow. Even the slight tilt of her head was familiar. Because I’d seen it in mirrors my entire life. My wolf whispered inside me. That’s not me.I swallowed. “Then who is she?” Nobody answered. My mother looked as though she’d seen a ghost. The Bloodborn struggled to stand. “No…” The woman smiled. “Hello, Mother.”My mother’s face went pale. I turned toward her. “Mother?” She didn’t respond. The woman took another step.“You’re still alive.” My mother finally found her voice. “You shouldn’t exist.” The woman’s smile widened. “And yet, here I am.” Alexander moved in front of me. “Stay behind me.” The woman looked at him. “Alexander Quinn.” His expression hardened. “You know my name.” “I know everything about you.” “Then you know better than to come closer.”She

Chapter Seventy: The Man Inside Desmond

Desmond’s voice wasn’t his. That was the first thing I knew. The second was worse. Something was looking through his eyes.I had spent years hating Desmond Cross. I knew his voice when he was angry. I knew his voice when he lied. I knew his voice when he whispered my name in the dark. This wasn’t any of them. This voice was older, colder, and completely certain that I belonged to it. “The Phantom bloodline belongs to us.”My wolf snarled. Run. I didn’t. I stared at Desmond. “Desmond?” His head tilted. For one second, nothing happened. Then his expression changed. Confusion flickered across his face. “Luna?” It was him.I knew it immediately. His eyes returned to their normal color. He looked around, breathing heavily. “What happened?” I stepped backward. “You tell me.” “I don’t know.”My mother moved between us. “Don’t let him near you.” Desmond looked at her. “What did I do?” “You spoke.” He frowned. “I speak all the time.” “Not like that.”Desmond’s gaze moved toward the woman who

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