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Elena continued ranting. Bryan sat beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Can you stop talking and listen to me? I did that for our own good! People are still curious about you because of the hat! And I think I love that!” Elena shrugged off his hands. “That disgusting hat! You made me waste this makeup! This beauty!” she shouted, raising her voice, and pointing at her face. Bryan realized that if she kept this up, she might attract his grandfather’s attention, leading to a long night of explanations.

A shadowy figure rose from the earth a darker, hollow version of myself and charged at me with terrifying speed. I dodged her strikes with all my strength, but her movements were swift and deadly. One hit landed hard against my abdomen, and I was sent flying several meters across the battlefield. I coughed up blood, spitting it onto the ground as I looked up. My shadow twin stood tall, shimmering with moonlight. Though it mirrored me, its eyes were empty and lifeless. “Let’s kick this bitch’s face in, Emily,” Amelia snarled, and a surge of power erupted within me.

We’ll see who’ll be smirking then. In the meantime, though. Me: Hi, Ansel. How are you doing? It’s been a while. I try to be as sweet as possible, doing anything to make sure I stay out of trouble. Ansel hates being referred to as King’s shadow, even though those two are glued together. You never see one without the other, they’re like Siamese twins in another realm but appearing as best friends in this one. That’s probably the only reasonable explanation I can come up with when it comes to how attached those two are, because it definitely isn’t because of their ranks, and yet the moment you call Ansel King’s shadow, he wants to murder you in many ways, bring you back to life, and murder you

Callan unleashed bursts of light, their presence a steadying force that kept the group anchored. Jamie flanked the entity, using his skateboard to deflect and disrupt its attacks. “Hey, shadow thing!” he shouted, his voice dripping with defiance. “Is this the best you’ve got?” The force roared, its tendrils surging toward him. “You are nothing!” it bellowed. “Insects clinging to a dying world!” Emma focused on the threads, weaving them together with the key’s energy. The heart’s light pulsed in the distance, its steady glow a beacon of hope. She felt the force’s energy resisting her, but she pushed harder, channeling everything into disrupting its core.

The battle is a whirlwind of shadows and light, a clash of forces as old as time itself. Shadow moves with supernatural grace, his eyes glowing with an intensity I’ve never seen before. Every strike he delivers is precise, fueled by contained rage, by pain and longing. But that same rage is what's driving us to the brink, the very thing threatening to consume us all.

And the Echo would learn: Shadow cannot silence fire.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

He blurted out. Kenziel tilts his head, considering Alexander's words. "A game of the mind?" He repeats, the corner of his lip twitching up in a half-smile. "Well, isn't that the most interesting kind of game?" "Pardon...?" "A game where the battlefield isn't physical, but in the thoughts and emotions of your opponent." Kenziel enunciated slowly. "A game where the weapon isn't a sword or a gun, but a single idea, planted in just the right spot to wreak havoc."