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A message appeared on her screen, bright enough for me to read from across the street: **[NEW UPDATE AVAILABLE: THE REBELLION CONTINUES.]** **[WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TO KAIMA AND ROWAN?]** I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The silver pen in my pocket—the one I thought had lost its power—suddenly turned ice-cold. "They're not done," I whispered. I looked down at the pen. A single drop of **Black Ink** was leaking from the tip. It didn't look like gold. It didn't look like violet.

“Not when there’s a bigger game ahead.” “Salvador isn’t the only one with secrets,” he added. “He’s not the only one trying to destroy the Blackwoods. They have a long line of enemies… and somehow I’m tangled in all of it.” ♠️ BRANDON & GEORGIA ♠️ Brandon watched Georgia laugh as she drank the fifth glass of champagne. “Thank you for being here, Brandon,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You’re like an angel.” “I’m here to help,” he said calmly. “You don’t have to think about Black and his cheating ways.”

"What the fuck is happening here?" Veronica looked at Massimo who came out of his study when he heard Anamika's angry voice. "I want her dead, they snatched our Grace from us now it's their turn..." Anamika demanded with watery eyes. She can't forget the burnt body which she saw, it's still hard for her to believe that it was Grace. She can't forget her innocent face. Anamika has mourned for Grace like she has lost her own daughter and she blames only Russians for that. They destroyed the peace of her family.

She just stared out of the window, unbothered. Julianne’s eyes moved to the jacket she wore and she saw a ‘B’ on the arm. She guessed it stands for Blackthorn. The girl must be one of the students, she thought. Maybe she would even be in the same class with her, or maybe they would eventually become friends. But if at all there was anything she wanted, it was to lead a quiet life and live through every day without anything going wrong.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

That's the logical decision. I know it, and yet... A flock of blackbirds descends from the heavens, flapping overhead as their strong raven-colored wings beat in perfect synchrony. They flutter into a twisted pine just in front of the van. One hops around on a low branch, calling out continuously with its melodic song. Its coal black eyes hone in on me just before it soars off into the sky. "Right," I say shakily, glancing at Jack. "Let's go."

Her tribid nature—witch, lycan, and vampire—coalesced within her, making the air around her thrum with energy. With a whispered incantation, Zyra extended her hand, and from the shadows of the room, a black bird materialized. Its feathers gleamed with an unnatural sheen, eyes sharp and intelligent. The bird flapped its wings once, sending a gust of wind through the room as it perched on the table beside the parchment. Zyra looked at the bird, her voice calm and authoritative. "Take this to the Nightshade pack. Leave it at their doorstep. Let them know this is only the beginning."

Kaplan stiffened beside her, senses flaring, eyes scanning the garden for the source of the unease. A sharp, mocking caw cut through the quiet. Jaiyana froze, and Kaplan’s head snapped toward the sound. High in a nearby tree, a black bird with a gray neck regarded them with unnerving intelligence, its dark eyes glinting in the lamplight. The caw came again, almost like laughter, and Kaplan instinctively pressed his hand against hers, tension radiating through his body.

Aahana's POV There were a group of three birds, they had white plumage, buff tinged heads, and black wingtips. They were chirping relentlessly without stopping. As we walked towards them they were scared, apprehensive of our arrival they gathered at the last point of the space they were seated in. They were so afraid that they were hitting beak continuously on wall in order to find a place to escape. Mr Dark was approaching them with such huge steps, anyone could get scared, they are just pure little souls.

. "Anything else?" Amaris asked as she tried to memorize the map before closing her eyes to concentrate. "No. Any intell you can get us will be helpful." Amaris nodded. Alexis took the map and folded it away and backed up. Amaris closed her eyes and concentrated. Immediately a red fox and a northern goshawk. The fox ran into the woods immediately. The hawk sat on Amaris' arm for a few moments. It had a dark back and wings, and a white under belly with thin black stripes. It was beautiful. It spread its wings and flew up into the air. The bird did some circles over head and then headed in the same direction that the fox did. Anna came running over as the bird flew away. She l