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Crystal whispered, “you’ll fall surrounded by people who once smiled at you.” She finished her drink and stood. Plans were already forming. And Mara— Mara would be the spark inside Red Claw. Crystal touched the window lightly. “This time,” she said quietly, “we burn her slowly.”

“Tonight, Alpha Jake will remember. He will remember his mate, his Luna, his fire. He will ache for me… and he will belong to me, fully, utterly, without hesitation.” Riza’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “That’s the spirit. Now, Marian, let’s gather everything. The powders, the oils, the elixirs. Every ingredient must be perfect. Every step must be precise. One misstep, and… well, you don’t want him to resist. Do you?”

She stammered. "Be my Luna or you will never get that cure." Mia's heart sank.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

When he passed the final trial, the most sacred moment of all arrived—the claiming. The air grew still. Derek took my hand gently and led me to the center of the ceremonial site. He knelt before the Moon Goddess altar, drank the sacred water offered by the High Witch, then stood and turned to me, his fangs slowly elongating, gleaming under the moonlight. He was ready to mark me. The entire pack watched in reverent silence. I closed my eyes, heart pounding, preparing myself for the eternal bond. But before Derek could sink his fangs into my neck, a blur of motion shattered the silence.

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

His intel was decent but still a step behind—because just moments ago, our application had been approved. Ace pulled out our stamped marriage certificate and held it up, examining it with exaggerated interest. Oliver saw it, his expression crumbling. "No, Zayla, you can't—" I chuckled. "Can't what? Go sleep with Lina. This has nothing to do with you." But he wasn't done. He stepped in front of me, eyes burning with desperation. "If you're mad at me, hit me, curse me—punish me however you want, just like how I had tortured you in the past. Just don't do this. I can't bear to live without you."

Ramon's POV The mansion is still heavy with the lingering presence of the three ancients. Tharros Blackfire, with his eyes like molten embers and an aura that reeked of brimstone; Arinthal Starweaver, whose very presence bent the light around him as if he were a living paradox; and Kaiden Nightwalker, the infamous rogue alpha whose power pulsated like the rhythm of a battle drum. They had stood there, claiming Jasmine. My mate.

“That depends.” “Depends on what?” “If I can see you again?” It's like my body and mind have their own thoughts. My body is drawn to him and screaming for more of his touch. My mind is screaming at me to get a grip, what can you offer him, someone, so broken that her family cannot even love her, how will he possibly love someone like you. Snapping out of my thoughts. I know I'm not going to win this battle. “My name is Mia, fine whatever you want. Please let go of me. I already wasted enough time.”