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The candles had burned low, casting long shadows across the walls. She could still see fragments of her dream—four wolves standing on a hilltop, howling at a blood-red moon. A woman with a mark glowing on her skin. Shadows that moved with purpose, devouring everything in their path. Laura shivered, rubbing her arms. The book beneath her cheek was open to a faded illustration of a woman surrounded by four powerful-looking men. Above them loomed a darkness shaped like a wolf. Her fingers traced the words beneath the picture. "The First Alpha Queen and the Four Great Alphas stood against the Shadow War. Their bonds of blood and soul turned back the darkness..."

The bond spiked, sharp and urgent, and I spun, blade drawn, as the shadows at the chamber’s edge *moved*, not light tricks but *alive*, curling like smoke, forming shapes—hands, faces, eyes. “Get back!” Lucian shouted, pulling me to the center, his blade flashing as the shadows lunged, not solid but cold, their touch burning like frostbite. I slashed the dagger, its light cutting through, scattering them, but they reformed, faster, their whispers filling my head—*spark, key, ours*. Killian swung his staff, the runes flaring briefly, pushing the shadows back, while Mara stabbed at one, her knife passing through but slowing it. “What are they?” she gasped, her voice shaking.

"A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?" They slowly closed in on me, and my Beta power surged out instantly, making them hesitate. "She's a Beta!" "So what? She's alone." Several rogues lunged at me, and I instantly shifted into my wolf form. I struggled desperately to break out of their circle and run toward pack territory. When I collapsed at the door of my rental, covered in blood, I received a message from Matteo. [Sabrina's back now. What we had is over. Don't cause any trouble.]

the Lycan king said. He picked up his laptop and went out. Soon, I heard the sound of his car engine driving away. I heaved out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes tightly to feel in my surroundings. Thanks to the moon goddess who gave me a second chance to live. I walked out of the spiritual room and opened a dark brown door. It looked dark inside, so I moved to turn on the switch. I was really astonished because of how beautiful the room looked. There were lots of books of different genres.

The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.

He nodded, contented from my response. “The shadow pack has a secret gift, passed down to generations. Its an ability inherited from our ancestors, an ability to see through the shadow of the people. It is called the ‘shadow eye’.” I... haven’t heard of that. My confusion must have illustrated with my reaction that Jacob gave an immediate explanation for it. “I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.”

Unaware of the dark creatures plan against his mate, Riven kept the Book of Shadows in a locked room, making sure Layla never set her eyes on it. But the book called to Layla. Her blood was one with it now and at night, she would hear whispers calling to her, keeping her awake. She knew the book held secrets, secrets about the owner, secrets about the past and she knew the whispers she heard every night were trying to tell her something. Something about herself. ... It was a cold night and Layla lay in Riven's embrace, deeply asleep. There was no moon in the sky and it was pitch black. The mansion was silent and the oil lamps gave out a yellowish glow in the dark.