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Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

Mountains, towering and majestic, rise from a vast, rolling plain. In the distance, I see a fierce battle unfolding. The Ashwalker wolves, their furs blaze with an otherworldly light, are locked in combat with another pack. Their howls, filled with pain and desperation, pierce the air. A wave of empathy washes over me, a deep connection to their suffering.

We reached the border at noon, all nerves and sweat and the sort of silence that says don’t screw this up. The Ashveil woods weren’t like the Old Growth. They were thinner, meaner, the trees standing too far apart, the ground pocked with the stumps of things that had been cut down for firewood and never grew back. I could see the marks of old disputes in the earth itself. Rowan was already there, flanked by a trio of Ashveil wolves; none of them looked happy to see us.

Her getaway, everything felt so clear and peaceful, just what she needed and although this would be good for them, Ashley wished that Jake was with her to enjoy the view. ... Breathtaking, was the only word that could describe this incredible sight that presented itself before Ashley as she admire it in awe. So lost in the beauty, Ashley felt like she was soaring as the car drove through Switzerland. Like its country, the people were also breathtaking and seemed as peaceful as its country.

The camaraderie of her friends offered a comforting balm for the abrupt and puzzling rift with Derek. Ashley sighed, her voice laden with frustration, as she nestled against Fenrir's reassuring embrace, seeking solace from the turmoil of her current predicament. Fenrir, a towering figure with a paternal aura, gently patted her back as if she were his own child, offering the kind of comfort only a true friend could provide. "There, there, baby, let it out," Fenrir murmured soothingly, his hand caressing her back in rhythmic motions. Tears welled up in Ashley's eyes, though they were more playful than genuine, as she continued to express her inner turmoil. "I just don't know what I did wrong."

The man commands. And the hell breaks loose. THIRD PERSON POV Two armies charge at each other as the man’s voice resounds through the woods. Beast slashes through the wolves with her silver blades, then whoever’s behind her finishes the enemy off. Aiden and Asher work with Leo as her sidekicks, efficiently killing off the Undeads at the front. The sounds of gunshots can be heard throughout the whole area, alerting every living thing about the bloodbath taking place there.

THE NEXT DAY, Ashley stumbled through the dense underbrush, her body aching with every step. She winced as she touched the makeshift bandage on her back, feeling the rough fabric against her skin. The forest around them was thick and oppressive, the trees towering above like silent sentinels guarding their secrets. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves, and the only sounds were the rustling of the underbrush and the distant chirping of birds.

🎀CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT🎀 Moonlight spread across the celestial river, turning the water silver. The river rested at the peak of the mountain, high above the world, so close to the moon it felt unreal. The air was cold and thin, filled with a quiet power that pressed against the skin. Asher stepped forward. The moment his foot touched the water, his breath caught. It burned, yet soothed at the same time, like fire and ice moving together. He didn’t stop.

The pain of her losses was still fresh, but the promise of a brighter future was undeniable. As they arrived at the beach, Abigail felt a sense of freedom and joy wash over her. The waves lapped at the shore, a soothing rhythm that seemed to whisper words of hope and renewal. She glanced at her companions, at Liya, Whizz, Simon, and her children, and couldn't help but smile.