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Something felt strange that her head was getting heavier and her eyelids were slowly shutting down. “Oh Helen, you did drug me, you little b*tch! " Ashley whispered to herself with a laugh, "But you got the wrong timing to knock me down. Have you forgotten that I am a Witch? You needed more drugs to knock me down that fast.” After not being able to see the road clearly, Ashley stopped at an unknown building that looked like a roadside hotel. She thought of getting a room to stay and clear her head for the night. A warm shower would be good to have in the cold weather.

I yell through the mind link. I watch as Aspen dodges a hit from Alastor and takes off in another direction. He’s heading straight for auntie Kat who is has shifted with her hand clutched to her heart and tears streaming down her cheeks. Aspen gets to her just in time as a zombie creature attempts to kill her. “I’m tired of these games. You are coming with me,” growls Alastor.

Hours later, we were still talking. Well, mostly she talked, and I stuffed very tiny honey biscuits into my face like a starved cavewoman. (No sass here. Just crumbs. So many crumbs.) Barbie—thirteen thousand freakin’ years old—sat on a branch like some ancient history professor in sequins and gave me the crash course of my nightmares. She told me about the ASA—Anti-Supernatural Agency. Humans with labs, syringes, and no chill. People who kidnapped supernaturals, drained their blood, and experimented to get powers, immortality, or whatever else their fragile egos demanded.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

Hussein sank onto the sofa, his head bowed, lost in grief, while the house filled with a suffocating weight of uncertainty and dread of what was to come. Suddenly, Miranda rose, as if she could no longer bear the weight. She left her seat and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped out. Her steps were slow as she crossed the garden and paused beneath her bedroom window. There lay the lifeless body of the murdered demon, as if from another world. She shuddered slightly but composed herself. She turned and went to the gate. Her hands grasped a heavy axe. She plunged the blade into the soil and, with weary arms, began to dig a deep hole. She threw in the strange creature's bones and then

It felt like stepping on a bug; annoying, pointless, barely worth the effort. What the hell was wrong with me? By the time we slid back into the car, the metallic tang of blood still clung to my clothes. The city bled neon across the windows as I tapped my fingers against my knee, irritation tightening low in my gut with nowhere to fucking land. Sergei glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "The Hendersons agreed to the meeting. Tonight. At The Eclipse." My club. The place where this whole fucking problem started. A slow smile finally touched my lips. About fucking time.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

Aurora’s POV The asylum rose in the distance like a forgotten wound. Its crumbling walls were choked with ivy, its windows black with rot. But beneath the decay, we knew a monster waited. We breached at sunrise. Inside, the air was damp and metallic. The corridors were lined with rusted gurneys, shattered glass, and symbols etched into the walls from long-forgotten patients. The deeper we went, the colder it got. And then—the hum of electricity. A door.

--- Something Awakens At the Moon’s Eye, as Rowan, Darius, and Lyra tried to regain balance, a shape began to form in the altar flame — massive, skeletal, shifting between wolf and shadow. Eyes opened in the dark. And in Lyra’s mind, a voice echoed: “You have unlocked the seal, Child of the Star. But are you ready to face what lies beneath the broken moon?”

A river of blood ran through the abbey, making it look like the depths of hell instead. Eunice stared at Ashton in a daze, feeling completely mesmerized by him. She couldn't imagine what would have happened to her, Hector, and the other legionnaires if he hadn't shown up tonight. "It's your turn now." Ashton's gaze became even more murderous. The previous slaughter was just a warm-up for him. Now that he'd flexed his muscles a bit, he looked around, only to find that he no longer had any other opponents left. He had no choice but to hope that Buford, the bastard who dared to use Casoria as his base for creating poisons, would be strong enough to let him enjoy the fight a bit more.