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A quiet one, but meaningful. I leaned back into the chair, pulling the silk robe tighter around me. I was just about to call it a night when my phone buzzed on the side table. I reached for it lazily, expecting a calendar reminder or maybe a newsletter. But it was a message from my private investigator, Celeste. Celeste: “You’re going to want to see this. I dug into Jackson’s assistant like you asked. Her name is Rosaline Greene… she’s Delilah’s younger sister.”

I wake up on the third day of preparation to the sound of Asher's delighted laughter filtering in from the sitting room. For a moment, I let myself just listen—the pure, uncomplicated joy of a child who doesn't know his mother is about to walk into a political battlefield. When I emerge from my bedroom, I find Asher having breakfast with an unexpected guest. Luna Vera. The former Luna sits in the armchair by the window, looking frail but determined. She's dressed simply, her white hair pulled back, but there's steel in her posture despite her obvious illness.

She looked at Noah who was also looking at her. After dinner they decided to leave, they talked a lot and Cara was quite comfortable between them. They weren't like the Alphas he often met on the street, maybe because they were from a pack. They had to keep their attitude even in front of Omega. When they wanted to go to their car, suddenly Sean's phone rang, he picked it up and looked panicked as soon as he hung up the phone. "What's wrong? Who contacted you?" Noah said. "Hospital, Rena fainted and she asked me to go there, I'll go first" Sean left even before Noah answered his words.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

It was all over when another girl walked into the WC and helped Layla and that miserable woman. When the girl rescued Layla, the party was still underway, but Asher had left to catch his flight to Los Angeles. Layla did not wait for Calantha too long, she came out of the mansion right after. “Is everything okay?” Layla asked as the car had rolled. “It’s fine,” Calantha stopped saying, “Asher doesn’t doubt me.” Layla felt that since she had been in the car, Calantha was very strange, she didn’t seem happy.

Asher's body was shaking. Then, the car seemed to bounce. Asher immediately braked the car. I immediately stopped my action and returned to my original position to watch. Cold sweat appeared on Asher's forehead, and he looked shocked. Asher was breathing heavily. "What's wrong?" "We seem to have hit something." Asher rubbed his forehead again. I felt panicked. "A human? Do you mean we hit a human? Oh god, we're dead!" I wanted to cry now. "No. Not a human. I think we just hit a deer." Asher turned on the flashlight on his phone and went outside to check. I got out of the car to look. There's nothing, including traces of blood.

“We have to figure out a way to loom for alliances because we can not do this alone. There is no way just three of us are going to be able to stand up against Luna Matilda and Warlock” Ma Trisha chips in. Asher is sweating profusely after training so hard. He didn’t even sleep in the night. I saw him seated up and from his countenance, I could pick up that he had various thoughts swinging in his head. Even now, he looks pale and downtrodden.

Ashen’s arms closed around Liolai just as the storm of broken storylines slammed into the field. It should’ve crushed them all, so many fragmented realities, sentences unfinished, metaphors severed mid-breath. But Ashen didn’t flinch. He stood there, unshaken. A figure sculpted in ink and fire, And the storm bent around him. Did not touch him, Did not touch the child. It bowed. Kael stumbled backward, stunned. Liora froze, her blade still drawn, every muscle taut.

"Zara. I know this isn't — I know you don't owe me any of this." "No. I don't." "Thank you anyway." My phone buzzed while he was still on the line. Audrey Crane: "Simone Carter is confirmed cooperating. She's naming Caleb Stone as principal. Story runs Friday. Last chance to respond." I looked at that message. "I have to go," I told Caleb. "I'll call you in the morning." I hung up. I looked at Audrey Crane's number. I thought about accuracy and about the difference between protecting someone and protecting the truth.

Asher pleads, his face already wearing the devastation of his loss. “Let’s go, little one. You don’t have to listen to their bullshit excuses.” I say, slipping my arm around her waist and edging her toward the door. But she digs in her heels. She steps away from me and crosses her arms, and the fire in her eyes is gorgeous as fuck. But I know she’s going to hear them out and I fucking hate it. “I’m listening. Talk fast!” She snaps. “The first victim, Courtney, was my first girlfriend.” Aspen admits and my jaw hits the floor. “The second’s name was Gemma. She was Asher’s, well, only girlfriend, I guess.