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As I followed Dimitri into his dimly lit room, I couldn't help but feel anxious about what was to come. The darkness of the room seemed to match the blackness of his soul, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in his web once again. The walls were coated in a deep black color, which surprisingly gave the room a sophisticated and sleek look. The furniture was minimalistic, but elegant, and the lighting was dim, casting an eerie shadow over everything in the room.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

My office door yields to my key card with a soft click that sounds thunderous to my sensitive ears. Inside, the space feels different—contaminated by betrayal, every familiar object now suspect. I don't bother with lights; darkness is an ally tonight, and my vision adjusts instantly, the world shifting to shades of gray and silver that human eyes would struggle to distinguish.

Threat materialising from the void beyond reality. The pack felt it immediately. Felt the weight. Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. This Dark was different from Dawn. Colder. Harder. More certain. More convinced that nothing was superior. More determined to prove that existence should be erased. “I am the Second Dark,” it announced. Its voice was ice. Was emptiness. Was absolute conviction. “I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.”

Parallel to the human dimension and in perfect opposition lie two realms: Helium, kingdom of the Balloon Man and the great white Storks, and Soul City, dungeon city of the Grim Reaper and his insatiable Ravens. There are several layers to true darkness. It’s like when you go freediving and the transparent, color-tinged water gets bluer and bluer the farther down you go, to a perfect violet shade. You’re an insignificant speck and the single breath you hold in your lungs is the only thing that prevents you from becoming one with the bleak, eerie, Godforsaken landscape. It’s at that point right before pitch-blackness when you realize you’ve already ceased to exist.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

I stayed like that and breathed through my nose until my heart stopped trying to leave through my throat. Then I waited for my eyes to adjust. They didn’t. I waited longer. Still nothing. There are different kinds of dark. My bedroom with the curtains shut. Outside with no moon. Under a blanket when Maddox has decided that eight in the morning is a reasonable hour to bang on my door. All of those have shape. Eventually there’s a line of furniture, or a paler patch where a window is, or the stupid glowing light on my charger. This has none. This is just black, all the way to my own face.

The black marble floor beneath our boots groaned as a wave of dark energy blasted outward from Lord Hector's transformed body. The dark shadow exile surged through his veins, turning his skin a corpse and filling his eyes with blackness. His spine cracked, extending unnatural inches as dark, volatile veins burned through his fine fur coat. The sheer pressure of the dark magic shattered the two nearest marble pillars, sending heavy, jagged blocks of granite crashing down toward the central benches where the bound elders sat trapped.

Being a black wolf would be an excellent addition to their family since they are dark wolves. A dark wolf is a mix of brown and black and is known for being outstanding in combat. But also to show cruelty and lack of empathy. Dark wolves are the second toughest race after mine. In other words, they wanted me to be a f*cking breed dog for their lineage. We're ruthless wolves at the top of the food chain. But we're protecting ours, our pack, and we have empathy for ours. Birsha's son, Orfeo, is five years older than me. He is enormous, taller than most other boys while growing up, and he has seen a reputation for being cold and ruthless.