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I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

Her rapidly beating heart and the way she scrunched her eyelids close gave her away. Zephyr didn't want to tell Chris about it and the man didn't seem to notice because he was busy checking on his patients. Zephyr smiled softly and shook his head before calling out to her again, this time he sounded angry. "This is your last chance. Open your eyes, else I'll throw you into a burning furnace." He threatened. Bellona let out a sigh and finally opened her eyes. His last words broke her resolve. Even though she wasn't scared of death but she vowed that if she was to die, she'd do it beautifully and getting burnt to ashes was definitely not a pleasant sight.

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

The tears that I have been fighting to hold back, now freely fell from my eyes. Still lying on the ground, I looked up and saw vultures circling above me. If that wasn’t a sign that I was nearing death, I didn’t know what was. Although I couldn’t move, I refused to allow myself to fall asleep again. I had to believe that Cyran would find me and that he hadn’t given up.

I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you." She told me she hoped I could move on from this and live a good life. Her warm hand stroked my hair as she said those words, just like I had once imagined when I was younger. But I might never be able to move on. This was what I owed her. Not long after, Brandon—whom I had tricked—found his way here. He grabbed me by the throat and demanded, "Where's Daniella? Where did you take my Daniella?" I told him Daniella was dead.

The entire gallery was engulfed in flames before I could react. "No! No, please!" I uttered in desperation. My life's work was burning to ashes because of Skyler's actions. Panicked, I rushed forward and tried to extinguish the burning paintings. However, a shard of glass flew through the air. I felt an intense, searing pain as it sliced into my eye. My vision immediately went dark. I could hear the frantic shouts of the gallery staff coming from outside the entrance. Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!"

“You were the only one who saw me before the club did. You knew what I was, and you took me in anyway. I owe you everything.” He stared at me for a long time. “You left.” “I know.” “You didn’t say a word.” “I couldn’t,” I said, my throat closing. “They threatened to kill everyone who stood by me. I thought disappearing was the only way to keep the club safe. To keep you safe.” The words hung there, raw and dangerous. Ghost didn’t move, but something shifted in his eyes, that cold, unreadable mask cracking just enough for me to see the man underneath. The one who used to laugh too loud. The one who carried the weight of everyone else’s sins and called it loyalty.

I whispered, my voice weak and barely audible as consciousness slipped through my grasp. My heart surged, the thought of her reigniting a spark of resistance. Elyra’s face twisted into a snarl, her perfect composure shattering. “She can’t save you! I’m the only one who can give you peace!” But Valkyrie’s voice grew louder, drowning out Elyra’s melody. “Come back to me, Ragnor!” The beast roared in agony, torn between the siren’s call and the bond I shared with Valkyrie.

"I won’t let him take you away from me again." I felt a surge of adrenaline, my protective instincts kicking in. "Get out of our way, Vikram. This ends now." He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You really think you can stop me, Lucas? You’re weak. Always have been. You can’t protect him." Something inside me snapped. The years of friendship, the bonds we had shared, all of it shattered in that moment. I stepped forward, my gaze unwavering. "I may be weak, but I’ll never stop fighting for the people I love."

Next came Brody, "even now, that stupid song we sang in class is blaring in my head. I know you're married and a mom now but you've been mine to protect since that first day. It won't ever stop." Every one laughed as Reece piped up, "don't give her no ideas man, I had to listen to that stupid song on repeat whenever she misses you." Caleb was on the spot, "Val, I love you and I'm here for whatever." He tilted his head down as a gesture of allegiance.