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My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

"The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness." The second image was somehow worse in its simplicity. Just darkness. Absolute darkness that seemed to move, to breathe

Panic surged through me, but I kept reading, my hands trembling over the pages. Another cough. More blood. My heart pounded. Then—silence. The book slipped from my grasp. His hand, which had been resting on my knee, went limp. “Zarek?” My voice cracked. No response. My chest tightened as I shook him. “Zarek, wake up.” Still nothing. “No, no, no,” I whispered, shaking him harder. His body was warm, but he wasn’t moving. His chest wasn’t rising. He wasn’t breathing.

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Chapter 28 UNKNOWN My memory had dimmed drastically ever since I had been brought here. I was a man with good robust health and full of zest for life. Now, I had become a husk --- a shell of my former self. I was a full - bodied man when I was alive. No, I was not alive now. This was not living. This was more like the living - dead. I could feel my ribs poking out of my skin. My legs were little more than prods, an extension of my laps. I no longer had much feeling in them anymore. My whole body had emaciated badly. I looked like a skeleton, like the walking dead.

She finished for him, "I know that some militaries out there try to recruit Werewolves into their ranks because of their unnatural abilities." "Exactly. Witches are another problem." He said as he leaned back against one of the shelves, "Dark Witches have the uncanny ability to mess with the dead and that's just..." He shuddered, the shake caused the shelf behind him to tremble a bit, a few books tumbled down onto the floor beside him, "Oops." Amira shook her head as she picked up the books that had fallen when one book stood out to her. It was thin compared to the others and smaller in size. It was in black leather with what appeared to be aged paper within it. She set the other books aside

They both were a force of nature, beautiful and deadly. Once more Dannie’s world shifted and she blinked several times to realize what she was looking at — the black book. Dannie felt heavy, sluggish. Thoughts came slowly if they came at all. She looked up and around herself, recognizing the familiar room. Dannie was in the infirmary. Was she still dreaming? Dannie looked back at the book and peeled the gray cloth back, revealing the black leather cover.

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