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I ran my hand across the surface of it to dust off the peels of the stone, dust, and also cobwebs that had formed there. As the peels and cobwebs fell off the stone, I started to see some letters underneath and that made me dust off more parts of the stone until all the letters underneath became visible and formed proper words. It read: “Here lies Luna Queen Idara, Mother of us all.” I turned to my group with a smirk, “See? Seems like we were in the right place after all.” “Ralph, Igor, please open up this tomb,” I said as I backed away from the tomb.

I shut my eyes and my mind and anything of this flesh. And the moment I did, everything went still. The cold in the tomb was gone. I felt warmth around me, air, wind. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the tomb anymore. Then I saw it, the tall stone arch. Above it, faint letters burned through the mist: The Hollow Dome.

And every ghost Hot Springs ever buried standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. I raise my right hand. The first Vinča symbol still hasn’t appeared on my skin, but tonight I don’t need it. Tonight I have something better. I have people. Celeste (voice calm, carrying across the ridge): “You want my face?” I smile, fangs out, bloodstone blazing like a second moon. Celeste: “Come take it.” The Hollow Choir charges. The valley answers. Coyotes in full war-form tear into the front line. Ghost tommy guns sing in perfect 1920s harmony.

‎ ‎Her voice, soft and hollow, echoes through the wind. ‎ ‎“I will rise again… even in death. Remember that Elara.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Jasper stood at my side, saying nothing, as he reached over to brush a leaf from my hair. After a long silence, I looked at Samson's name one last time on the gravestone, then turned to Jasper. "Let's go." The dead were gone. For the living, the only thing left to do was to carry forward the life they gave us and live well.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead, sharp and mocking, while a smaller bird made the oddest squeaky chirps like it was laughing at us for being stupid enough to keep going. The path stretched longer than it looked, headstones lining either side, crooked and aged, some cracked down the middle. Names were half-faded, eaten away by moss. Klaus walked close behind me, his jacket brushing my arm now and then, as if being even an inch away from me might mean something would swallow him whole. At the end of the path, a tomb loomed into view. Klaus lowered his voice, almost reverent. “I guess… that’s the tomb the man spoke about, right?”

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

My life is spiraling. I kneel at the edge of the grave, brushing the snow away from the stone, the way I’ve done a hundred times before. I trace the carved letters of her name. It’s funny how something so solid can make you feel so empty. I sit down on the cold ground next to her tombstone, crossing my legs beneath me. I haven’t spoken to her like this in so long. It’s almost like the words get stuck in my throat whenever I try. But today, I need to say them. I need to let it all out.

His feelings were far too fleeting. Ryan's fingers twitched, and I knew he was recalling the same moment. Then, he reached out with his claws and scraped away the words on my tombstone, carving new ones in their place. "Ryan and his mate, Tiana, rest here together." His claws tore open against the rough stone, blood dripping from his fingers, but he ignored the pain. Slowly, he lay down in the grave he had just excavated. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he injected himself with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.

It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words. Chunks of dried concrete still clung to me. My exposed skin was blotched with livor mortis, and my face held just enough to hint at who I used to be. Jayden stood frozen, eyes locked on my corpse like someone had hit pause and left him stuck in that moment. "No way… No way…" Jayden muttered, his expression twisting into something unreadable, his voice barely a whisper. Hank gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "What's done is done, Jay. You've got to let it go."