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Or the video goes live. Mia had seen the podcast drop: *Babe, that Shadow Marketing episode is FIRE. Who ARE you? Call me tomorrow. I need details.* And Alex: *My office first thing. We finish what we started.* Bridget stared at the ceiling, her pulse racing between pure terror and pure need. The rain had started again, soft against the tall windows, but the real storm was already inside the house. The shadow wasn’t just in the office anymore. It had followed her home, and it was starting to feel like home.

"I hid my daughter in the silence of the Gray, and I stayed in the shadows of the Market to watch over every seedling that grew from his poisoned garden. Including you, little bird." The shadow girl,Anna’s long-lost aunt, the hidden sister of her mother,stepped closer. She pointed to the silver necklace in Anna’s hand. Through the tether of their shared blood, Anna saw a sudden, sharp vision. The Anchor wasn't in a box. It wasn't in a grave.

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

“Romantic, aren’t you? Too bad Daisy’s already marked by me. She never looked at you, Andrew. Never will. So go back to Elinor. She’s all you’ve got left. You killed her father— when that old man rises as a ghost-wolf to take revenge, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Clang！ The sound of silver slamming into stone shattered the air. Sparks flew as Andrew’s blade struck the pillar behind Ryan. I didn’t wait to hear more. I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar.

The flickering sparks danced across her smiling face, but in that glow, I suddenly saw Alyssa's silhouette from last year's Moon Goddess Festival. She was standing by the altar, setting off her own fireworks. "Matteo, this color is so beautiful." I snapped back to reality and blinked hard. "What's wrong? You don't look so good," Sabrina said, coming to stand in front of me. I shook my head with a frown, and Sabrina grabbed another firework and went to play by the shore alone. Why did Alyssa's shadow keep haunting my mind? I grew increasingly irritated. I sat on the rocks for a long time before finally pulling out my phone and opening Alyssa's chat window.

Chapter Four: Whispers in the Flame The wind in Moonshadow smelled of pine and smoke. Lyra stood barefoot in the Circle of Embers—an ancient clearing ringed with smooth black stones and flickering torches. The sky above was black velvet, pierced with stars. Tonight marked the new moon. A time for rebirth. For truth.

**CHAPTER 2** It was never wrong when they said there's no place like home. Natasha finally returned home,and arising from her bed feeling so jiggy in the wee hours of the morning. Her bedroom was quite an extravagant space designed to reflect her luxurious lifestyle and personal tastes. The color scheme leans towards girly and elegant tones. The walls is adorned with textured wallpaper, featuring delicate patterns and floral motifs, adding a touch of sophistication.

Like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. “She sees through the veil,” Ember continued. “She’s speaking to the other side.” I blinked. “What does that mean?” Link stepped behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively. Logan stood near the edge of the circle, watching the trees. Always watching. “It means she’s reaching beyond what even Logan touched,” Ember whispered. “Fire can burn. But shadow? Shadow remembers.” Link I wanted to burn the entire forest down just to give her light. This darkness—it wasn’t natural. It moved like it had intention. Like it breathed.

Every muscle screamed in protest, but she barely noticed. They moved swiftly, Ember clearing a path through the burning woods, her own senses alert for any lingering threats, as Ariya carried Kael back to the Moonspire’s hidden medical chamber. The journey felt endless, each step a struggle against the pain in her heart. The Moonspire, usually a beacon of calm, now felt like a desperate sanctuary.

Their blood spilled on the soil, and the tree absorbed it making it grow bigger than it already has. “Run! And never look back!” Ember shouted. That were the last words that Ember shouted before when felt like she was sucked. Just as she finished shouting those words, her eyes flew open and she was welcomed by darkness. No fire. No dead bodies. No dark creature. Her whole body was sweating profusely and her palm hurts. She scrambled out of bed and frantically turned on the lampshade on her nightstand.