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The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

Jack laughed. I glanced up at his window and saw him stood there with Warren, Lance and Charlotte. I guess I had an audience. I smirked to myself as I positioned myself and aimed for the wing mirror next to him. I fired and hit my target causing the mirror to shatter and hit Phillip in the face.

Hael’s P.O.V. ‘You, Hael Ashford, owe me a very large coffee.’ Cole’s voice came across the mind-link, exhausted and raspy from lack of sleep. I ignored him, leaping over a fallen tree and landing with all four feet on the ground. Without stopping, I continued running, my will blending with Magnus’s as we darted through thick clusters of brush and through dew sodden grass that dampened our fur. There was a slight fog that wrapped itself around every tree trunk and bit of foliage. It made the air taste fresh, the forest and soil not yet warmed by the sun’s heat.

LOGAN: We have a magical book and all wordings except the spells in the book have inserted themselves in my brain, probably cos it trust me ANYA: Okay so this Misty, what does she do? LOGAN: This (pointed to the fog) Misty causes Mist. The mist isn't poisonous. She uses it as a disguise. She is a master of disguise and this fog is her battle ground. She can turn the fog into any shape she wants. She is dangerous with her fog...but without it, she's not much of a champion. ROSE: So, is there any way we can clear the fog? LOGAN: Not that I know of. But the surest way is to get rid of the her. Get rid of her...you get rid of the fog.

My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change. "Done looking?" Detective Taylor asked. "Yeah." I stood up and dusted off my hands. "Let’s go." He gave me a suspicious look. "What exactly are you trying to do?" I didn’t answer. I only said, "Can we go somewhere else?" "Where?" "Ellie Wilson’s house." The car stopped at the entrance of Blackridge Hollow. We walked the rest of the way along a muddy path. Ahead of us stood a low, run-down house. The walls were peeling. Junk was piled in the yard. A skinny mutt barked wildly at us.

she said again, but the question was different this time. "Because I think you're going to fight for something," Grace Park said. "And because I think whatever you're fighting for, you deserve the full picture." A pause. "And because I made a mess and I can't clean it all up, but I can give you the pieces I have." Zara looked out her office window at the gray February sky. A February she had expected to spend preparing a nursery, telling her parents, beginning to let herself be fully and undefendedly happy.

“You’re going to get me arrested!” Hazel dramatically gasped. "Oh no! Did I say too much?! I am sorry " she said and burst into laughter. The bartender from earlier peeked out the door, chuckling. “Is she yours?” “God, no, i don’t even know her name” Randy muttered. Hazel frowned and pointed at herself. “My name is Hazel. H-A-Z-E-L. Like the nut Or the eye color ” She twirled clumsily, lost balance, and—boom—fell right into Randy’s arms again, nearly knocking them both over this time around.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

"She didn't make it out." There was no movement from the ruins. We stood up, watching the burning structure. "It's over," I said softly. "Yes," he said, taking my hand. "It's finally over." Jake and the other Shadow Guard members ran over. "Alpha! Queen! Are you alright?" I looked at Horton, then at the ruins, and finally at the pack members who were gathering around us. There was fear in their eyes, and confusion, but mostly, there was hope. "My pack," I said loudly, "the traitors are gone for good. From this day forward, the Snow Moon Pack will have a true new beginning."