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The shadow let out an unearthly shriek and dissipated into the air. Breathing hard, drenched in rain and sweat, Emma approached the node. It was a small, cylindrical device, glowing faintly, humming in sync with the shadows outside. She knew what to do. She connected her signal device, forcing its pulse into the node. The hum intensified, reverberating through her bones. The shadows outside twisted and shrieked, retreating into corners as the node’s connection faltered. Emma’s fingers ached, sweat and rain dripping down her arms, but she held firm. Finally, the hum steadied, the shadows froze, and the node went dark.

CHAPTER TWELVE The corridor fell into a heavy silence. Marliee stood at the front, the Hale elders flanking her like silent judges. Their gazes pressed down on Ember—sharp and cold—as though they had already decided her crime before she even spoke. Ember leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, her eyes calm, almost amused. “Well?” she asked lightly. “Did the Blood Moon Pack suddenly start holding midnight trials?” One of the elders scoffed. “Watch your tone, Ember Valen.”

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

Shadows began appearing along the horizon, and the whispers increased. The smell of fresh flowers but none within sight, only grass. I followed the smell to an old oak tree. The bark was tough and rough as I held my hand against the trunk. It creaked and groaned as a door appeared in front of me in the trunk. Stepping through brought me home. But it didn't feel like home. It was cold, empty, with grayness overcast through it. Breath was visible in front of me as I took deep breaths. All light and love had sucked out of it. This time I heard his voice. Damian!

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

•|•|• "Remember my son, Hope is the ember that kindles the soul. Without it—we simply turn to stone." •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] My fingers slide down the wood of the shelves, feeling for dust as I walk mindlessly in between aisles. I note that they return clean as if someone had spent hours here. Perhaps Madam called for a maid whilst we slaves were away. I do not dwell too much on the mystery. I have too many mysteries to solve already.

“One who has not yet risen. When they do, the world will tilt. And only the gatekeeper can choose which shadow survives.” My skin prickled. Something shifted inside me. A cold blooming beneath my ribs, wrapping around my flame like an answering twin. I gasped, clutching my chest. Orion was instantly at my side, eyes sharp with alarm. “Ember—?” “Shadow,” I whispered. “It’s waking up inside me.” The flames that once answered me alone danced now with shadowed tendrils, smoke and fire twining like fate. Lazriel turned to me slowly. “You are both.”

As Caelum’s body dissolved into motes of silver light, Iris’s spirit faded too, her voice lingering like a lullaby. “Balance… at last.” Vaelor’s Ember But far below, in the heart of the battlefield, a small ember of shadow pulsed faintly. Unseen, it whispered in a voice colder than death: “Balance is temporary… but darkness… darkness is eternal.”

But Emerald felt he was not really present. Amanda too remained a bit tense, but she continued to explain to Emerald what was going on. The hours ticked by, each moment stretching into an eternity as the hunt raged on within the Shadow realm. Emerald found herself caught between awe and curiosity, eating as much food as she wanted. The veil into the shadow land did not reveal much, but she still enjoyed herself. Just when she thought she couldn't bear eating any longer, a flicker of movement at the edge of the archway caught her eye.

"What if we could get there faster? Through the shadow paths?" Sin's eyes widened. "The shadow paths haven't been walked by anyone in generations. They're unstable, unpredictable—especially now, with the barriers between worlds weakening." "But possible," I pressed. "The Emberfangs used them, didn't they? To travel quickly between nexus points when needed." "Yes, but—" "Then I can use them too." I touched the markings on my arm, which pulsed in response. "The ritual gave me access to all the Emberfang abilities, including shadow walking."