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"You indeed are his mate. You were marked by the golden dragon?" "Yeeees?" "That's strange," she looked at her feet thoughtfully. How did she see it? She looked back at me. "What are you?" "Witch," "What kind of witch?" "Shadow and nature kissed, my powers are drawn from three elements, autumn the strongest. The rest are…" "What's a shadow witch?" "Oh, it's a rare kind of witch, I'm the only one in existence. Shadow witches are witches that stand between the living, the dead and the moon…"

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

TYLER POV I sat outside with Tessa for a while but hearing her talk that strange language was something that was completely weirding me out. Every time she would create something new she would write it down immediately. I think she was creating her own spell book. Which I thought was a brilliant idea. She was experimenting and practicing so that she wouldn't go against the Shadow witch completely unprepared. "What's going on?" Aria asked standing next to me in the courtyard while I was watching Tessa from a distance.

The lid came off with a crack that made Devon jump. Inside, nestled in rotting cloth, were knives. Lots of them. Each one had a blade that caught our flashlight beams weird like the metal absorbed light instead of reflecting it. "Shadow killers." Lila pulled one out, turned it over in her hands. "Only weapons that work on fully corrupted wolves. Regular silver just slows them down. These end them." "How?" Devon had edged closer despite his earlier fear. "The blades are forged with purified shadow magic. Fight fire with fire, basically." Lila put the knife back. "We've got maybe fifty of these scattered through the crates. Not enough for a war, but enough to do damage."

Around me, the others were putting the finishing touches on their own creations. Nessa had crafted a delicate music box from spare wood and clockwork parts, its surface inlaid with fragments of mother-of-pearl she must have scavenged from somewhere. Lissa had assembled a functional trap using thin wires and sharpened scrap metal, its mechanism hidden beneath an artful arrangement of leaves and twigs. Pipa’s creation was a deceptively beautiful comb,ivory at first glance, but with a flick of the wrist, it transformed into a slender, razor-sharp blade. And then there was Lyra.

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LYDIA When the shadows rush toward me, I lift my hands and push them away with all the strength I have. A soft glow spreads around me, bright and silver like the moon, wrapping me in a shield of light. The vampires hiss and back away, fear flashing in their dark eyes. Behind me, I see Dex fighting alongside the Silver Crescent Pack, his shadows slicing through the air to protect everyone. But I can’t stay focused on that, not when I see Linda standing across the room.

I asked. She smiled, and shook her head. “It’s something I don’t want. I want you guys to take it and make it something our family can be proud of. Something that Diego can pass on to his first born son or daughter. I want it to be something that you and uncle Georgie can make thrive. I believe full heartedly that the three of you can make Mystic Shadows something spectacular. All you have to do is say yes,” she replied. The fact that she had those kind words to say, and believed in us that much meant something. It made me believe that we could truly make a difference.

"Dismiss." Cleanly, it disappeared. With a relieved grin and beads of sweat on his forehead, Tobias took a step back. He had completed the task. "Shadow manipulation," Astrid continued. "Luna and Mira." The two worked together, Luna creating base shadows while Mira shaped them into forms. A wolf. A bird. A tree. The shapes moved and danced, demonstrating precision and creativity. "Ice sculpture. Astrid." Astrid crafted an intricate ice flower with delicate, intricate petals. It drifted between her palms, slowly spinning to display each aspect.