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Crescent howled softly, her silvery fur shimmering, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared promise. Alya walked away from the grove, her steps sure, the journal tucked under her arm, Crescent at her side, the sunlight filtering through the canopy, the air filled with the scent of pine, wildflowers, and the faint whisper of magic, the grove a sacred space of memory, the Dawn Pack’s legacy a radiant flame in the forest’s heart. The horizon beckoned, a new story waiting to be written, the Lunar Legacy a tale that would echo through the ages, its embers sparking the possibility of another journey, a new pack, and a new dawn.

Seren I could hear the low hum of voices long before the ceremony clearing came into view—the chatter of the pack, the mingled accents of visiting wolves, laughter and anticipation braided together in the cooling evening air. It washed over me in waves as I followed the familiar path, every step bringing me closer to the heart of Crescent Moon territory.

BRAD’S POV __________________________________ “Boss, you got eyes on that shadow in the alley? Two o’clock, moving fast.” Ruth’s voice crackles through the radio in my earpiece, sharp and urgent, cutting through the night’s hum like a blade. The air out here on Crescent City’s east edge is thick—damp fog rolling off the river, mixed with the rot of garbage bins and the faint metallic tang of blood from last night’s deal gone south. My boots crunch on gravel as I crouch behind a rusted dumpster, my hand steady on the Glock tucked in my waistband, silver bullets loaded. Levin’s orders were clear: patrol the perimeter, keep Damon’s wolves at bay. But with the scout ambush last night—Levin’s guy

She pestered and pleaded and even though I had already prepared to say no right from the moment she offered it, I agreed. We strolled down the narrow forest and though she was oblivious of how still and strangely quiet the forest was, jumping around and fishing out weird-looking leaf that she called ingredients for the herbs. The moon was a crescent one, shining the little light it offered into the still forest. My mind wasn't settled with the way the forest stilled with no sign of even an owl. And as I followed Aurora right behind, I watched my side and back of anything that could try to attack us.

I thought not this shit again. I opened my eyes and saw I was in a different place, it was not like heaven nor hell. I was in a place so cold here, I saw many creatures who were bluff and strange. I was known for being brutal but after seeing these men I was nothing, far from being brutal. No one talking to me. A boy was leading me to a wooden cabin I asked him, "What's this place?" He replied in a cold tone, "Crescent City" and with that, he left me alone. These are only a bed and a sheet. A small cup and plate are on a counter. Then a small attached toilet without a shower or bathing space. There are no toiletries, no utensils, no decorative things, no clothes, and no furniture. I was just

Dacia (soft, urgent): *Go there. Now.* *Take your court.* *If you can speak even one line of the Deep Script before Atlantis surfaces, you will not need to surpass me.* *You will surpass the sea itself.* The connection fades. I’m alone again, heart hammering, crown spinning so fast it hums. Forty percent. Sixty to go. And the oldest city on Earth is already swimming toward me. I stand up. Celeste (out loud, to the empty library, to the mountains, to the coming flood):

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“Bitch, you need a sage cleanse and a GPS tracker at this point.” I crack a smile despite everything. “Will you still be my friend if I turn into a full-on erotic thriller?” Rachel laughs. “I already downloaded the audiobook, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers