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"Hazel, you know that you have an injured leg. Just wait for us back at the base. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your dad for you." Curtis stood at the farthest back of the team. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. The wave of zombies was a lot worse than expected. The sea of rotten green zombies easily crossed the first level of defense like it was nothing. Curtis' blade was starting to get dull, and the wound on his shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding profusely. He suddenly saw that Dad was being cornered off a cliff by three zombies, and the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. Meanwhile, Archer was also surrounded by another gro

I was given one more chance. I was reborn to the day the victims' family first came to our house. As I stood outside the airport, I heard the cab drivers calling for fares. The noise buzzed around my head, and a fierce excitement rose inside me. I held my phone, waiting for Maeve's call. Sure enough, she called three seconds later. "Lydia! What do I do? Someone scraped my car while it was parked!" In my last life, she had said the same thing.

"Well, I am glad you realised that. Now let me go. I am not going back with you. I don't care what Caelan sent you here to do. I am not a blood source. I am not your property and I am not —" "Do you think I'm here because of Caelan?" He watched my face. "Ezra, you..." he sighed softly. "You are not a blood source. You haven't been for a long time. Maybe you should think about why that is." "Oh please, I've been one for over 15 years cause what then is up with the sucking every Wednesdays huh? If that isn't called being a blood source then tell me what it is." "Don't argue with something you don't have enough information about yet, Ezra."

A sharp noise cut through the room, making all of us jump. Ezra’s wine glass had shattered in his hand. Blood dripped from his palm. “Oh my god!” Mom gasped. “What’s wrong, Ezra? Can’t even hold a glass properly?” King Soren snapped. “I’m fine,” Ezra said coldly. He grabbed a napkin and wiped the blood off like it was nothing, tossing the stained cloth into his plate. “Seriously, Father? You want her to date a Lycan? Even Alpha heirs wouldn’t take her. Let alone a Lycan.”

His forehead touched the ground in a desperate gesture, his actions driven by the overwhelming weight of his own guilt. "Dad, please…" Ezra's voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with sorrow. "Tell me where Shermaine is. Please." Tears blurred his vision, and the weight of his mistakes crushed him. He could barely breathe through the sorrow. "I was wrong. I'll spend the rest of my life making it right." His voice broke again, desperate. "Please, just tell me... Is she okay?" Isaiah, his expression icy, walked to the door, looking down at Ezra with a cold, emotionless gaze. His voice was as sharp as ever.

“If the sky that we look upon, Should tumble and fall, Or the mountain should crumble to the sea. I won't cry, I won't cry. No, I won't shed a tear, Just as long as you stand, Stand by me.” Yes, just as long as Ezra stands by me, I will not cry. My feet move on their own and I find myself walking down the aisle, each step bringing me closer to the one whom I gave my heart to. One step. I remember the night Ezra gave me his blood. Two steps. I remember when he told me I was his Luna and not anyone’s puppet. Three steps. I remember the time he marked me.

I’ve been trying not to suffocate under everything I feel and everything I’m trying not to. But peace doesn’t last long in this place. Footsteps sound behind me. They are slow, firm, and unhurried. I don’t have to turn to know who it is. Ezra. He leans against the pillar beside me, his arms crossed, his sharp green eyes unreadable. “So,” he says casually, but there’s an edge to it. “It’s true, then. You’re a Moonborn.” I glance at him, then look away, watching how the trees sway below. “Moonblood,” I correct softly. “And I didn’t choose it.”

For a second I just watch it, heart thudding for no reason I can name. Then I get up. I don’t knock. I don’t know why. I just open it. Ezra is standing over the sink, hands braced against porcelain, head bowed. The light above him is harsh, cutting sharp lines into his face. There’s blood in the sink. Not a lot. Just enough. “Ezra. He looks up immediately. Calm. Too calm. “It’s nothing,” he says. “That’s your third ‘nothing’ this week.”

“I never wanted this. I never want anyone to get killed around me.” Ezra just jerked Mila's palm free from his shirt collar. He pushed Mila hard and her body jerked against the back of the sofa. Mila looks so broken and fragile. Even without Ezra needing to do anything, Mila looked like she could collapse at any moment in her chair. “Blood for blood. This is only the beginning, Mila. There are more heinous things I could do.” “You devil! You damn bastards don't deserve to live."

“Choose, Ezra. Let me go or lose me forever.” Blood dripped from Sebastian’s neck and hit the concrete with a soft pat. Ezra’s heart beat louder than it ever had in his chest. And everything…stopped.