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Lyla took a slow, steady breath. This wasn’t just a fight. This wasn’t just a test. This was the final battle. And if they didn’t win The bond would fall forever. She met Aleron’s gaze one last time. "You made your choice." She bared her fangs. "Now watch me make mine." And then The battle began. The air crackled. Not with lightning. Not with fire. But with power. Aleron stood tall. Unshaken. Unbothered. The whisper curled around him, unseen but felt.

And then— A blank page fluttered open on its own. I didn’t touch it. My hands were still. The parchment was faded and torn at the edges, but in the center, a detailed ink drawing emerged—slowly, like bleeding ink coming to life. It was me. Dead. Laid out on a stone altar, pale and stiff. My eyes were open. Staring. Next to me stood Alika, her white gown soaked in blood, holding a ceremonial dagger carved with the Blackwell crest. She looked… empty.

Boy are they in for a shock. Amelia is taking on a nagata and doesn’t appear to need any help from me. She looks intense and focused as she fights, not only partially shifted, but with the pair of sai that Yildiz gave her. She’s like this powerful, blonde-hair, black and white furry ninja as she moves with quick precision with her Alpha Spirit radiating off her. She’s not going for any kill shots, but she’s certainly making people think twice about fighting her.

"If we turn left up ahead, it takes us to the children's wing. If it worries you, it might help to see them." "Oh, could I? Bastian wishes me to stay out of his humans' lives and I haven't pushed it." We turned left. The rooms we entered were quiet, and I saw toys on the floor before I noticed a large table where five children sat coloring. I walked closer and one looked up and smiled. She drew a tree with a bird flying above. The picture startled me when I realized it was a purple dragon like Sarn, not a bird at all. I smiled at her.

Adelina and Alette had snapped out of their shock and terror, and were beginning to fight back. Alette had more experience with battle magic, much more than I anticipated. She wielded her element like a finely honed blade, using her element as an extension of herself. Crimson blood seeped into the pale material of Atlas's shirt, but there was little to no pain on his face. Even then, I could feel the pull his magic had on him while wounded.

For an hour, Mia almost forgot there was a war. A little girl tugged on her sleeve. "Miss Mia." She knelt down. "Yes?" The little girl held up a drawing. A stick figure with black hair standing beside another taller figure. "That's you and your husband." Mia smiled. "And who's this tiny one?" "Me." "You made me prettier than I really am." The girl giggled. "No. Uncle Mark looks scary, so I had to make you pretty." Even Mia laughed. Across the hallway, Mark pretended not to hear.

"Stop! You’ve already completed the mark! Killing your own Luna is a high crime! The Alpha Council will execute you!" But Domine isn't listening. He’s lost all reason. His wolf has taken over. He just wants to rip Ella apart and make her pay for everything. "I don't care!" Domine roars. "She deserves to die!" Four warriors rush in and struggle to pull him off. The Head Elder finally uses a calming spell. Domine freezes, his hand lets go, and Ella falls to the floor, coughing violently with bruises already forming on her neck. Domine drops to his knees as the spell suppresses his wolf. He clutches his head, howling like a wounded animal. His wolf is screaming inside him: You lost our true mat

CHAPTER 33 Lila's chest expanded with a deep, fortifying breath as she finished the last tubes of paint and looked over her latest masterpiece. The canvas vibrated with a boldly dissonant symphony of shapes and hues, an unashamed expression of her volatile emotions in the aftermath of Yuria's brutal assault. Yet, beneath the seething maelstrom of color, there was something profound...something steadfast and unwavering in the face of the chaotic tempest. A single figure emanating peaceful defiance, exalted within its eye as if illuminated by an inner brilliance that no outer turbulence could destroy.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

Alpha William said, throwing the woman on the ground. “You are unfair, and we now have to go to the pack while I smell ready for you to take me.” I said, and Arturo let out a playful growl. “Well, neonata, you may smell like an arousal, but at least you don’t have a boner sticking for everyone’s eyes to see. Consider yourself lucky.” He said, and I laughed, shaking my head at him. The rest of the pack members were also shifting to humans, and seeing us in a distance, Alpha Liam nodded at one of the girls to get him something to wear just like everyone else was. Eli’s heart raced despite her calm demeanor, and I didn’t know whether she knew that Marcus was her son or not to begin with.