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I want to pull her into my arms so badly, but I know that I can’t. “Viv?” I ask. “Hm?” “Why did you run from me?” Viv finally turns away from the window to face me. “There are imposters,” she says in a whisper. “They take the shape of those you love the most. It’s a trick… I’ve seen them devour souls who have gotten too close thinking that they’re their long lost loves or their children or their parents. I didn’t think that you were real.” Before I can respond, Vivian speaks again.

My chest tightened with a fierce hunger; this was the key to my happiness. "It will work," Leroy whispered, as if speaking any louder might snap the fragile thread between longing and possibility. I swallowed and laughed, a sound edged with triumph. The confirmation settled in me like a promise kept: the bone was real, the ritual was possible, and Vivica could be brought back. Excitement consumed me. All I needed now was a witch to prepare the ritual that would resurrect Vivica. "Randy, do you know how to do the spell?" I asked.

Everybody wore white and Adara felt strangely out of place in her jeans and jacket. “Take off your clothes,” Karani said and Adara complied without question. She stood only in her underwear in the middle of the circle, yet strangely enough, she felt at peace. The women stepped forward and started washing Adara’s body. She closed her eyes and she could feel something in the air. “This is to signify your cleansing for your resurrection tonight. Your soul will be cleansed when you shift and now, we cleanse your body,” Karani said softly as she watched the women perform their duties.

"Elara! What have you done to your father!" Vivian was at the top of the stairs, her face contorted with rage. She held a small, black remote—the "Reset" trigger. "Don't bother, Vivian," I said, not even looking at her. "I’ve already 'Encrypted' the local grid. Your remote is just a piece of plastic." Vivian pressed the button. Nothing happened. The red light on the remote blinked once and then died. "You... you’re supposed to be a 'Subject'!" Vivian screamed, her voice cracking. "You’re a 'Delta-Instance'! You’re a vat-grown copy of a six-year-old girl!"

After cleaning my teeth and plugging my phone by the nightstand, I climb into bed with my laptop. It boots up, rather slowly, then I go straight to the browser. Ignoring the 60+ tabs I have pulled up already, I open a new one. Then, I type "The Dark Duo Blue Channels" into the search bar. I want to know who owns Crescent supermarket - because it seems like it's him the Dark Duo have a problem with - and any information on why these guys razed the place to the ground, and why they risked getting caught by getting everyone out of there first.

A casual act of kindness might one day save your life". Zachary pulled me into his arms gently. Regretfully, he said, "I'm sorry for being late. You wouldn't have to go through so much if I showed up earlier." I lowered my head and leaned into his embrace. "Don't say that. I'm grateful that you showed up. If it weren't for you, I would still be in a vegetative state. "Back then, I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't get out of. I'm still afraid, even now. I'm afraid I'll end up in that lonely and helpless situation."

He knew Seraphina was being audited for the surgery, but he had no idea she was being branded a mistress. His eyes flashed gold—a raw, predatory leak of Alpha energy that made the air in the room feel heavy enough to choke on. The aura he released was a physical storm. He turned his lethal, gold-rimmed gaze onto Vivian. "Vivian Davis," he rasped, his voice a low-frequency threat. "Is this what you've been doing? Selling this fantasy about us to the public?" Vivian started shaking. "No... no, Morty, I didn't... it was the fans! They misunderstood everything. I never said those things!"

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

And Dante, I could hear him gasping, could hear the chains rattling as he tried to see what was happening. I tightened my grip on Vivian's wrist even more, making her wince. Then I looked directly at her face, making sure everyone watching could see and hear what came next. "Tell me something, Vivian," I said loudly, projecting my voice so that every single pack member in that clearing could hear me clearly. "Why are you so eager to kill me?" She sputtered, trying to find words. "What? I'm not – this is the ritual – you agreed to –"

“Maybe I don’t want her to.” Koji crouched beside her. “Then don’t wake her.” Yuri turned to him sharply. “She deserves to live.” “She might not survive it.” Yuri hesitated. “Or worse,” Koji continued, “she might survive as something else.” Yuri looked at the control panel. A red button blinked. Activate Protocol: Rebirth. Koji said nothing. Yuri stood. Her hand hovered over the button. “I’m tired of others deciding who lives and who doesn’t,” she said.