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I knew the way, but I couldn't carry Soleil's corpse, so I needed Ashton to do the heavy lifting. I glanced at the dark shadows around us before pulling out a few talismans and attaching them to the trees, preemptively preventing the spirits from causing any trouble. The evil spirits in the forests had been multiplying in the last few years. I was born with enhanced vision, so I could see things that other people couldn't. Not wanting to scare Ashton, I refrained from telling him that. "Why are you so familiar with this place, Ms. Clearwind?" Ashton asked curiously. I looked at the sun-dappled flowers and answered lightly, "I've been here before."

“He must be thirsting for so much blood for being away from his clan for so long.” “So he came here to feed?” Violet asked. “Not just that, I’m not so sure, but I think he’s here for vengeance.” “For what? He’s a rogue. What is he avenging?” “Geez, Valerie, you’re so outdated. He’s not a rogue because he got banished from his clan, it’s because he’s a survivor from the attack on his clan.” He paused, making my heart skip a beat as I was slowly getting the idea of where this was leading to. Atlas stared at them one by one like he was about to reveal something big. “He was a member of The Night Exiles clan, the one that was supposedly wiped out three years ago.”

Damon's POV) My jaw tightened as I stood in my study, staring at the untouched bourbon on my desk, hoping it would erase the memories. Outside, the moon hung low, casting a pale light over the courtyard, where Isabel had once danced barefoot beneath the stars before I pushed her into the shadows. I hated myself for it, but I despise the idea of her belonging to someone else. The image of her tangled in Blake's arms lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Her skin was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in soft surrender as she lay against him, leaving a haunting image. None of it fit. None of it made sense. She rarely spoke to him and never gave him a smile, let alone a glance worth

Just endless darkness and the sound of the Puppet Master’s laughter echoing through my mind. “Do you see now, Sera?” its voice hissed, cold and mocking. “This is your fate. You cannot escape it. You cannot escape me.” I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus, to push back against the pain and the fear. I couldn’t let it win. I couldn’t let it destroy everything I loved. I closed my eyes, drawing on every ounce of strength I had left, and felt the artifact’s power stir within me, a flicker of light in the darkness.

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

Another lunged; a wall of shadow rose, blocking its strike before Mira’s blade took its head clean off. The warriors fought with desperation, but the Forsaken didn’t bleed, didn’t hesitate, didn’t fear. For every one that fell, another rose, dragging chains behind it like the sound of death itself. And then I saw him. Among the tide, taller than the rest, his body marked with scars that glowed faintly red. His eyes weren’t hollow fire ,they were burning white. The Forsaken Alpha. Lilith had sent one of her generals. Our eyes locked across the chaos.

The journey away from the Frostbite Citadel wasn't marked by a line in the snow, but by the death of the sky. As we traveled further North, following the spectral compass of my mother’s final blessing, the jagged blue Aurora Borealis faded. In its place came a twilight so thick and heavy it felt like breathing velvet. This was the Ever-Dark, the forbidden territory where the maps of the Lycan Council simply bled into black ink.

Alphas had red eyes,alphas to be orange ,betas blue and omegas yellow. Green was very rare so much so there hasn't been any in the last 300 years. Atlas's eyes seem to have fire in them, it was hard not to look at him. I have to thank Saf, hearing her purring in my head made me shake my hand and lose the eye contact. "I think I could use that drink right about now." I say as I push past his hand and grab my glass. He smiled at me while shaking his head.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.