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We built bridges of stories. We planted trees of love. We sang into storms. And the fire answered: I am not done yet. She closed the journal. Then she closed her eyes. And let the fire write the next pages on its own.

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.

About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy. *I burned in their spotlight* *Drowned in their fame* *Lost myself completely* *Forgot my own name* *But fire finds oxygen* *Even in the dark* *And I'm still burning, baby* *I'm still that spark* The bridge was softer. About Kai and Elena. About choosing love over destruction. *He gave me kindling when I was just smoke* *She gave me purpose when I was just broke* *Together we're building* *A fire that's true*

Life is dead. They don’t know that, yet, but the bridges have been burning for a year. Soon they will disintegrate to ashes. For it to blame is something out there. It first befell the flesh and afterwards: the hearts. Left is nothing, only fear. Of each other and of oneself: of all the things they might have to do, may want to do, are doing to one another.

"How did this even happen?" "You see, there's a bridge in the way to the pack warrior residence," she said then I nodded. "I quickly reached the house, I found the book despite the very uncooperative people there and I was coming back as soon as possible! But... it was so tempting to walk over the railing of the bridge I couldn't help myself and when I started walking over it, I lost my balance and fell and then I got wet. But you can still read the book! You only have to dry it! Maybe with a drier, if you have a drier, or you can ask someone else to—" "Hazel," my voice cuts through her rant and animated gestures.

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LUCIAN Burn the bridges. It was a phrase I’d forever carry with me so long as I still had fire burning through my veins. The first howl shattered the night like a blade through glass. It rose from the front lines, raw, furious and unrestrained. It was answered immediately by dozens more.

"Don't say I didn't offer. What are we going with?" "I say truth," Law states. Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it. "What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands." We all burst out laughing. "What the hell does that even mean?" Laury asks. "Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."

The encryption had been activated. Firewall mode. He grabbed her hand. "Fight it. You hear me? Fight it." No response. The Book of Ashes lay open beside her. She had written something before passing out: XXVIII. I am the bridge. I am the storm. I will not be erased. XXIX. If I fall, let him rise like thunder. Lorenzo gritted his teeth. He leaned close. Whispered against her ear. "Not yet, son. Stay in the dark a little longer."

The dry grass crackled in the evening breeze. Pale green streaks at the base of the stems were all that showed it was alive, struggling against the heat of the summer sun and a rainless afternoon. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but the clouds refused to release their water. A large sign with a bear in a hat declaring the fire danger “extreme” glared out over the road. A car sped by, the taillights fading into the setting sun. A red glowing cigarette ember flicked out of the open window, landing on the dark asphalt. It rolled gently, swirling in odd circles until finally resting on the edge of the road. The parched breeze puffed, pushing the small glowing light into the grass. It only took