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Archer Pov: I got back to the Mansion and met the elders sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently for me. Immediately they saw me, they all greeted me and I responded, I sat down with Elder Fridolf. “What are you doing here now?” I asked, gazing at him. “Archer, have you forgotten you became a leader? As a leader there are many things you need to take notice of, you are the strongest among everyone in this pack so you need to train those that will go for the war” Elder Adalwolf said.

the mirror girl pleaded and I lost it , my body twitched and I started bleeding from my nose then my eyes turned red just before I passed out again in my blood The ASTONE mansion one of the amazingly beautiful rooms with one king size bed and people all around it but only one on it ,Jack, Alice on one side holding his hand crying to the witches to help him , the father Allan with his cold face opposite her standing and looking at his son fight for his life , .Martha the mother consoling Alice that Jack will get thought all of this . when someone knocks the open doors pulling everyone's attention " " Sir , sorry to disturb but can we talk " the man said

Chapter 15 Taken It wasn’t long before I knew they were there. They must have parked farther out and walked in, which was why they’d taken a little longer — but they were there. I could feel their life forces approaching when I extended my senses, reaching out through the forest’s rich green to find the smudges of alpha-red and regular old werewolf-orange. Nate reached across our carefully arranged spell components, holding one hand palm-up and the other palm-down. I matched him, and we joined hands, going into that space under the mundane world where the energies flowed, visible to those with the talent and training to see them.

My plus-size frame felt heavy and weak, my legs trembling from the fever cooking my blood. When I reached the lower lot, Garrett was pacing wildly in front of a massive, dark silver SUV. The moment he saw me, he let out a huge sigh of relief and shoved the door open. "Miss Everly, thank you so much! If you ever need assistance within the Hawthorne territory, I owe you my life! The key fob is on the console, and Alpha Declan's private estate is at the Hawthorne Sanctuary, sector four. He drank way too much liquor tonight. Once you get him inside, please make sure he drinks some warm water so he does not wake up aggressive. Thank you!"

“Too wired.” His gaze dropped to the grimoire. “You’re trying it tonight?” “I thought about waiting.” I traced one finger along the arcane symbols glowing faint silver across the page. “But I need to know how far I can push it. Before the next rift.” Alaric’s jaw flexed like he wanted to argue. Instead, he held out his hand. Palm up. “Come on,” he said quietly. “Not here. Too close to the camp.” I hesitated—just long enough to feel my pulse spike—then closed the book and stood. My cloak slipped over my shoulders. I took his hand.

In fact, I felt guilty, like I had messed up the window. “I guess we have to thank the witches for their amazing powers,” he said. I nod my head, walking to the books. “So, where do we find books about Lux?” I asked. “This library contains books about past alphas and everything they did. I have never come across Lux books,” he said. “So, how do we find it?” I asked.

I was done speaking and i had no more strength left in me. Doctor Derrick slanted his head slightly sideways as he reached out for something that looked like a card. “Here is my contact card, you could reach me through it, incase of any emergencies or distress. I really want you to sit and properly reevaluate the situation and the risks involved should you decide to terminate the pregnancy.” He said and paused to study my facial expression as if to be sure he was doing the right thing, and then he continued.

Mark said without turning. Luca slipped inside, quiet as always, closing the door behind him. He carried a slim black folder tucked under his arm. His expression was grim, professional—nothing wasted. “We finished the sweep,” Luca said. “Phones. Accounts. Dead drops.” Mark straightened slowly and turned. “And?” Luca placed the folder on the desk and slid it forward. “Ethan Hale. All of it.” The name landed heavy. Mark didn’t open the file yet. He waited—because Luca never stopped with just one sentence.