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The First City didn’t just wake up; it screamed. The sound was a tectonic grinding of quartz against basalt, a high-frequency vibration that made the marrow of my teeth ache. Beneath our feet, the floor of the High Balcony—once solid, indigo stone—rippled like the surface of a dark pond. The Bone King’s spirit, denied the vessel of Killian’s body, had retreated into the city’s very foundation, turning the "Silver Rise" architecture into a sprawling, sentient cage.

The triplets, she heard, were drafting a code that could spoof the gridded perimeter, allowing for temporary, glorious lapses in surveillance. It was the book that changed everything. Finch smuggled it into the yard during a midshift riot. Elena felt its impossible weight, the roughness of its cover, the crisp drag of a page between fingers. The mothers gathered in her room, trembling, as Elena read aloud from the first chapter: “There is no such thing as a finished city.”

“Zakari, p-please help me!! Please, don’t go. Pleaseee…” But he doesn’t even seem fazed by my near-death situation. Zakari turns away and walks out of the pool area with unhurried steps, abandoning me to my fate. Sooner than expected, my limbs grow tired and panic starts to set in. Then I’m sinking. Only one thought remains as the blackness takes me: I despise Zakari Von Hale with every fiber of my being. He will pay for this. I swear on my life…

— The lower city looked like war. Dawn bled gray across ruined streets. Half the southern district still smoldered. Shopfronts had collapsed inward. Temple bells swung without rhythm in towers split by shadowfire. Bodies lined the alleys beneath white cloth. Survivors stared as Lyra passed. Some dropped to their knees. Some fled indoors. Word was already spreading. The Bone Crown walks. Lucien kept his hood low despite the blood drying across his side. They followed the trail through flooded stone streets. Black blood.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

SIX Null relented and nodded, stepping up to his partner’s side as they inched to that doorway. Brennan smelled blood in there, in the pit of nothingness. They forced themselves through the arch, the quaking beam of Null’s flashlight revealing an upended phone on the floor, and farther ahead, the soles of two pale bare feet. Brennan didn’t want to see. Yet it was her job to see. It wasn’t that the woman’s clothes had been torn away. The comfy looking Sunday garments had bloomed off the slippery corpse, shed like the scrim of a cocoon. There was no beautiful butterfly here, not here in this dark house on Queen Street. Only cuts on top of cuts.

“It’s not far; it should be just up front!” Since time would never wait on anyone, Alex and the team immediately rushed over to prevent any obstacles from popping up. The old man within the Martello Celio used his powers to carry Jade as well, walking side by side with Alex. They noticed a gigantic block of white appear before their eyes in just a few moments. Upon closer look, they realized that it was the White Bone City. The city walls and gates, along with the tall buildings, were all made from bones. There were lots of human bones and quite a few large beast bones too.

Cyrus leaned down, his cold breath brushing my ear as he threatened, "You refuse to apologize, huh? Then you'll go hungry and thirsty until you admit your fault." Beside him, Sophia clapped her hands and laughed. "Alpha Cyrus, don't waste your breath. If she's not dying, she can endure it." With that, they turned and left. The cabin door slammed shut behind them, and they locked me in. Wolfsbane spread through my veins, turning my skin a faint purple. As my consciousness blurred, only one thought remained—I'd make Cyrus and Sophia bleed for this.

I said. He takes it and uses his werewolf sight to read the name. He looks at me. " It's called City of Bones. It's so good, and I know you would love it," I say. " Ok. Thanks Amber. I'll start it tomorrow when I have light, "he says. " Oh and yes, I love to read. I used to read so much when I was a kid. I started reading when I had just learned how." I grin widely. " Yay!!" I exclaim.