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Whatever the cause, I found myself gasping for air as my surroundings slowly appeared to me. Lance’s voice was panicked. “Esmerelda! What happened? Are you alright?” He took my face in his hands and, then, positioned his so that it was only inches away from mine. “Look at me.” The oh so familiar sense of well-being and safety that swept over me when I felt the firm warmth of his strong hands and I looked into eyes that were filled with concern was such a welcome sensation after seeing the unfriendly evilness of the magician and who I assumed was his uncle that I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung like a child would to her protector. He made no move to pull away, but he also did

She liked to imagine that she actually mattered to him. Well, all that was in the past now, and Ember had carefully constructed a new life for herself in Nova City. She was now an accountant in a crisp business suit and a calculator, working for the prestigious oil firm, Blackwood Energy. As she sat at her desk, typing away at her computer, Ember's gaze would occasionally drift out the window, to the steel and concrete canyons of the city. She had built a new identity for herself, one that didn't involve pack politics or ancient secrets. Her coworkers knew her as a quiet, efficient, and fiercely organized accountant, not as a werewolf on the run.

At his side, Ember reveled in the heat, lifting her face to the rays of the sun, soaking it in. He watched her, in between sweeping gazes over the street and buildings around them, ever vigilant for attack, for there were always those humans who sought to prey on others. The sun had reddened her cheeks, forehead, and nose, and her hair shimmered with absorbed heat. She was storing energy, basking in the bright golden rays of sunshine. Her beauty astonished and awed him. Like a flame, she was both fragile and fierce, the warmth of a hearth, but also the danger of a raging forest fire.

We'll see just how long she can keep up. "Run, Ember, run for I'm coming after you. Your doomsday begins. Tick tock tick tock." I let out a laugh. "Grmph grmhm," came a whimpering sound from below. "Shut it, dog!" My hold around it's mouth tightened. "Let's watch our naive little Ember struggle a bit more." Ember's POV~ I approached the store room of the park. I thought I heard some sounds from inside. "Doser? Are you here?"

“Because you keep it steady. And you never gloat.” Carolina considered this, then flicked her a half-hearted salute. “I’m saving it up.” Night swelled quickly, shedding the usual half-measures. The city felt like it was holding its breath, the old tides struggling against new, raw currents. They met Ember in an old cold-room behind a cannery, redolent of rust and fish bones. She was smaller than Carolina expected, her face crowded with the delicate geometry of someone who had never, for a moment, been a child.

EMBER Ember’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as heat flooded through her skin, making the tangled sheets around her feel suffocatingly tight against her flushed body. The loft lay shrouded in darkness, save for the neon glow that bled through the rain-streaked windows, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Outside, the city thrummed with its restless insomnia, the buzz of distant signs, the hiss of traffic slicing through wet streets, and faint music leaking from some apartment three floors below, yet none of it pierced the intimate bubble enveloping her. In that moment, all that existed was him: Ghost, his body hovering over hers like a broad, solid wall of quiet strength, pressing

The Red Ember City is vastly different from Everdale. Unlike Everdale's array of high tech, sky rise buildings and corporate lifestyle, more common in Red Ember are vast ranches, low end bars and Victorian styled mansions with a much more laid back atmosphere. Red Ember City is considered a political concern to Everdale as it is not governed by a DA but a Sheriff and has never supported Everdale's political landscape. The population in Red Ember City is also different, numbering to just a quarter of Everdale's population which matches the small size of the city, Red Ember City is largely populated by unique shifters with an almost nonexistent human population.

Lucien shouted into his comms, “Extraction get the birds ready! Now!” Ember didn’t speak. She just ran. And for once, she wasn’t running from anything. She was running toward something. Minutes later outside, in the clearing The building behind them exploded, the sky lit in orange and ash. Lucien turned to Ember. “You okay?” She didn’t answer immediately. Just watched the fire rise. Then she looked at him, voice quiet and calm. “That place made me. Now it’s gone. So whatever I become next… that’s on me.”