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" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

The stinging pain made Claire open her eyes. When she moved her left hand, she winced as the pain intensified. She looked at the back of her hand to see what had happened, and her eyes widened in shock. Her knuckles were torn, and fresh blood was oozing out. She quickly stood up from the hard wooden floor to grab the first-aid kit. “How did my hand get hurt like this?” she muttered as she cleaned the wound with alcohol. The intense stinging brought tears to her eyes. Unable to bear the sight of the small tear in her skin, she looked away. But what she saw was the mirror hanging next to her wardrobe, shattered into pieces, with shards still embedded in the frame.

"Send us chasing after Kade while Vane attacks here." "It's not a trap," Rebecca insisted. "I'm risking everything coming here. Vane will kill me slowly if he finds out I betrayed him. But I can't be part of this anymore. What he's planning, it's not just evil. It's abomination." Dante studied her carefully, then nodded. "I believe her. Lyra, send word to Silvermoon immediately. Warn Kade. Then mobilize our fastest warriors. We're going to need backup." As messengers raced out, Rebecca added one more thing. "There's something else you should know. The ritual location. Vane chose it specifically. It's the place where your first Alpha bond was formed and broken."

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

"You're back." When I pushed open the door to our cottage, Victor was sitting by the fire. The firelight danced on his face, but it couldn't hide the exhaustion in his eyes. "This isn't my home anymore," I said, dropping my pack by the door. "I'm just here to get the rest of my things." "Don't say that." He stood, holding a piece of parchment. "Look at this." I stepped closer. It was an exquisite rune design.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

“And why should we believe any of this? What do you get from telling us?” The old man smiled faintly, but it was a sad, weary expression. “I am the Keeper of Broken Oaths. It was my duty to watch over the fragments of the world the Architect shattered. For centuries, I waited for the one born to resist him. And now… you stand before me.” The weight of his gaze fell on Racheal. She swallowed hard. “Why me?” “Because you broke the rules without trying,” he said softly. “Two bonds, where there should be one. Both alphas tied to you, yet neither destroying the other. You are the contradiction the Architect cannot control. And that terrifies him.”

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”