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Dawn broke, but it was not gentle. The sun rose veiled behind crimson clouds, bleeding color across the horizon as if the sky itself had been wounded. The camp stirred in uneasy silence, each of them feeling it before words were spoken: Day Three had arrived. Mia woke with a start, heart pounding, the pendant scorching against her skin. She gasped and clutched at it, but it wouldn’t loosen—it clung to her like a second heartbeat. Damian knelt beside her immediately. “What is it?”

ALPHA’S PREDESTINED BRIDE (His Unexpected Mate) EPISODE TWELVE THEME: Coincidence or Fate? MOON STONE PACK NEXT DAY Meagan sat on the bed reading a book online. She has been up since 6:30 a.m and hasn’t been able to sleep back. She assumed that her body was now accustomed to being fully awake around this time. If Meagan wasn’t on leave she would be at work by this time attending to patients. She had dialed Hazel’s number earlier to remind her about the visit to the pool which was Meagan’s favorite place in the pack. But Hazel didn’t pick up her call. She was still asleep, tired from last night halloween party. All the more reason why Meagan settled to read a book.

There was no other option the snake must flee. “This time you have the upper hand, but there will be more battles.” And with that the snake left. “I know, for the sun to be born again each day, our battle continues and always will, unless I find a way for the day or the night to last for a millennium or two. I would be a fine time to take a rest.” Near him a beacon was lit. Long ago did he saw that beacon. “He has return, the strings are placed. Maybe there is a way?”

Meredith was just squeezing orange juice and put some jam on the toasts, preparing her niece's favorite breakfast, at the same time making coffee with ham and cheese sandwiches for herself. Meredith wasn't an ugly woman - she was of medium height, with slim and athletic body, had shoulder-length raven-black hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with pale complexion, making her the real personification of Snow White. Men were often highly interested in her, but she knew it was not necessarily because of beauty. Meredith was a sorceress, and that was what she considered to be the main lure. Meredith was born in a well-known family, which gave her a peculiar charm which no creature could resist.

I murmur, and Tali chuckles while scooping a zonked-out Koa off Fallon’s lap, but she is barely aware that all three boys have left, and she’s free of whatever Cathy had her doing tonight. She sets down the book and scrubs her eyes, blinking into the darkness. The sun set an hour ago, painting the islands in deep shadows and the scent of ozone. Storms funnel all around Meridem tonight, and it’s not my doing. She blearily peers up at me, taking me in, her sleepy eyes widening as she drinks in the fresh scratches on my arms and the bloody collar of my shirt. “Do I want to know what happened?” she asks, then she yawns again, this time covering her mouth with her fingers.

I finally gave up my pursuit of sleep not long after sunrise. I had cried enough and allowed myself a pity-party for several hours. After the Alpha’s unwanted bite, it had dredged up years of painful memories I had tried to bury so deeply inside myself, that those nightmares would never see the light of day again. I succumbed to that darkness inside me until the sun rose. I was glad for the reprieve of the sunlight, because my demons tended to come out mostly when the darkness fell.

He tastes like black coffee, his favorite beverage that he holds in the other hand, but the bitter dark roast can’t hide the sweetness of his kisses, like wildflower honey. “I take it you’re on a study break.” He nods toward the deck behind us, where my lounge chair sits empty. On the table beside it is the book I’m reading, one that was given to me from the High Priestess Silanya back in Winter Realm, which I’ve closed using an embroidered handkerchief as a bookmark. “It’s not quite bright enough out to read yet,” I explain, though the sky is quickly warming, fading away the magic of the sunrise. “I’ve always liked the sunrises, too,” he admits.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Charlie didn't speak for a long time—not because she didn't have words, but because she had too many. The clearing felt different now. The air held the ghost of the Sentinel's howl, vibrating faintly, like the forest was still listening. Moonlight spilled over everything in silver ribbons. Charlie stood in the center of it all, trying to steady her breath. I'm the hinge. The mediator. The moon's deviation. It sounded like the world's worst LinkedIn bio.