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It was almost midnight when Elora, Caspian, and Brittany arrived at the big house with a very high iron fence. Brittany opened the window and waved over the railing to a camera, watching them. The black gate opened a moment later. It increasingly convinced Elora that werewolves did like living in the suburbs, had super large houses, and hated light. This big house is an example. The light along the driveway that cuts through the courtyard was only a faint orange glow. Up ahead, a classic European-style three-story house stands tall, complete with a crystal chandelier hanging on the terrace.

He was so immersed in reading the book and he didn’t know when he fell asleep. He took his phone on the bed side table and saw a message from Almothean asking him for a dinner. Blaine also felt hungry so he get off the bed and change his clothes before leaving in his room. Almothean said that he is in the kitchen so Blaine made his way there. It is dark again as usual so he decided to turn on his flashlight when he notice something odd at the wall.

The house was empty it seemed, as Adonis was with Violet, who was happy to entertain the toddler as Jade was busy handling things. Holding the books with one hand, while the other searches for the light switch. She turns on the living room lights, keeping the books she brought along with her on the table, she moves inside the house. She uses her werewolf senses to guide her. Just as she was about to pass the balcony, suddenly lights lit up outside the balcony door, catching her attention.

“I can get you there fast.” “You shouldn’t go,” I tell him slowly, hating that I’m saying it. “Or at least not to my house.” Resting my head in my hand, I let my eyes fall shut. It’s nearing ten thirty and in theory, we could get to Thorne Hill before midnight. If we hit traffic, that will be a different story. “I’ll be there,” I tell Kristy. “Alone.” * “The Grand Coven can’t get mad that you’re here.” I open the door to Novel Grounds and turn on the light. “Vampires have as much right to live in this town as the non. There are two vampires who live downtown somewhere already.”

I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”

Padma asked her with slightly furrowed brows when she saw her wet face. Kyra touched her face and was surprised that it was indeed wet. She slowly wiped it away and recollected what had happened in the old house. When the necklace gripped her, her eyes suddenly opened to another kind of world where she saw different factions of vampires. They called them covens and she saw each of them according to their names and their characters. She was surprised that there were more people like her and she never knew. Everything she saw and found herself in were real, but only that she was not there as Kyra, but as the one who owned the necklace, the one whom Bathilda mentioned her name to be Kathryn, he

Novah's POV The pack house always felt bigger at night. Not because it actually was—those stone walls hadn’t moved in decades—but because silence had a way of stretching things. Making the hallways longer. The shadows deeper. The air heavier. My boots didn’t make much sound against the tile, but I still winced with every step. The faint scent of roasted deer from earlier lingered in the air, now mixed with the earthy smell of damp wood. A few candles flickered in their glass holders by the stairs, but otherwise, it was dark.

In front of us, there stood a huge two-storey modern house without any fence and with mostly glass walls as if thieves and other unexpected events don't bother them at all because the house really has no any kind of security. The house exteriors are mostly white and gray with a bit of black. Tall cedars are on both sides and the path towards the deeper part of the forest is just yards away. There are no lamp posts outside the house. Well, with their super vision, I don't think it's necessary. Vampires are considered as 'creatures of the night' so they sure could see even the faintest detail of their surroundings during nighttime. But I hope they have lights inside their home. "Are they all p

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.