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Daniel watched in horror as the demons began to put chains around the boy's wrists. "NO!" Marcus screamed as the chains were pulled causing him to be lifted off his feet. Azazel ripped his already tattered shirt off, revealing deep silver scars. The scars mirrored Daniels. "Go on, show your daddy your little angel wings." Azazel said mockingly. Marcus took a deep breath and let his wings unfurl. They were pitch black, but they were covered by tiny silver scars. Whatever blade was used to make the scars on Marcus's body was used on his wings too.

“I told you not to fight him. Now you know why. You learned it the hard way.” Jax didn’t answer, but his body shook violently as something within him was changing. After that, a dark fire covered his whole body, making him scream in pain. My father tried to hold him, but the fire burned his hand and pushed him twenty feet away. Jax stood up from the wet grass, holding his head in agony. I watched him as he transformed into a more horrendous being. The muscle in his body grew bigger and the skin color turned black. The dark fire moved and stayed on his head. In his forehead, a bloodshot eye appeared.

“Joanna from the white moon pack came third with 15 points because she hit the target with three arrows too, but one of them burst through it." My eyes shot at Joanna. Indeed, she was my main competitor and not Maggie. I knew I had to watch out for her before the fact that she doesn't want me here. “Annabelle from the dark fur pack came fourth with 14 points." “Gamma Genevieve from the Lycanfrost pack came in fifth with 13.5 points.” “Scarlett from the dark blood pack came in sixth with 13 points.” “Gamma Tara came in seventh with 12 points.”

Watching him bruised and swollen gave me a grim sense of satisfaction. After Tara passed away, I decided to cremate her and bury her ashes to rest. Tears slipped down my face. 'I'm sorry, Tara. I brought you into this world but couldn't give you a healthy body. You suffered so much pain. I hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life.' With a heavy heart, I turned to leave, but I saw a familiar figure. Nicky stood there in a wrinkled black suit, her eyes bloodshot and face haggard. It was clear she hadn't been well, though that did not concern me. It was, in fact, somewhat satisfying.

“No. It’s a warning.” Before I could ask what he meant, the scraping sound came again. Louder. Something moved in the dark beyond the pillars. Revan pulled me behind him. Jordan lifted his sword. Then the shadows split. Figures emerged—six of them, maybe more. All wore black armor that shimmered faintly. Their eyes glowed blue, not red. Jordan whispered, “Not Darkborn.” Revan’s face hardened. “No. Council hunters.” The lead figure stepped forward. “By order of the Council, surrender the girl.”

“Not ordinary wolfsbane.” Sean’s eyes gleamed with a calculating intensity. “Nordic blue monkshood.” I stared at them. Nordic Blue Monkshood was the forbidden plant. Even among wolves, its name was spoken with caution. The plant was exceptionally dangerous, and its cultivation and trade had been banned throughout the region. “No.” The word escaped my lips before I could think. I would never support an illegal business on the sacred soil of my hometown. Kaizen’s expression hardened. “You haven’t even heard our proposal.”

he said as he sat beside me. I carefully unrolled it, and my eyes widened. There was a drawing of a woman—powerful, commanding, almost glowing with authority. Behind her stood an army of ancient wolves, massive and fierce. She was the largest among them, her fur painted in streaks of gray, silver, and gold. It was unique, radiant and intimidating. It was something I have never seen before… And when I looked at her, I felt something… a strange pull. Like she wasn’t just a picture. Like there was a connection I couldn’t explain.

My friends. I needed my life back. "I'm sorry, Hayden." I whispered. And then things went fast. He tried to grab me the same time I wrapped my hand around my unconscious hand. If you touched your dead body. You'd be sucked back to life. For one whole second, I thought that the young boy back at the shore of Underworld had been wrong. I wouldn't get sucked back to life. This was all a mistake. But then something happened. An invisible force pulled me towards it. Everything around me started to to blur out. And eventually, it darkened. And then I blacked out.

"It's too dark." I bumped my fist against his chest before venturing deeper into the mountains, using the moonlight to illuminate my way. … In the end, the shamans weren't able to capture the zombie despite working together. They wondered how the zombie could have slipped through their fingers. They began blaming one another, accusing each other of being a traitor. I sighed as I looked at the man who was passed out on the bed with the pink princess sheets, feeling immensely remorseful. Many years ago, Zack gave me the codename, "Clearwind", hoping that I would be able to forget about my unhappy past and keep my senses pure.

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"