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Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering. Nana knelt beside me, her hand gentle on my shoulder. “Child, breathe through it,” she murmured softly, shielding me slightly from the worst of the stares. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a strange, buzzing power humming in my blood. The runes faded slowly, sinking back beneath my skin, but I could still feel them—waiting. “They will pay for what they’ve done to you,” my wolf whispered, her voice gaining strength. “But not tonight. Tonight, we survive. We endure. And when the time comes… we rise.”

He heard her defiant gasps, the tremor in her voice a fragile thread against the encroaching darkness. Then, silence. The struggle, muffled but unmistakable, the absence of her voice – a chilling testament to the brutal force arrayed against her. He didn't need to see it; the stench of fear, desperation, and the chemical hung heavy in the night air, a suffocating blanket of dread.

“It used to be a precious commodity. There was a time when no one in Europe could get it. And Venice had it in troves. Haven’t you seen the water? Smelled the air? It’s packed with salt. That’s why all the buildings are rotting. The salt water’s corroding their foundations. “When the first Venetians came here, they quickly realized they were sitting on a gold mine. All they had to do was extract salt from the water. It was like minting money, and they created more wealth than you or I could ever imagine.” They continued weaving through more of the crowd. “But it’s a dying family now,” Polly continued. “Their empire is dwindling. The descendants now are nothing like their ancestors. But some

I quickly rushed towards the shelf but halted as I saw the number of books it contained. There were probably more than a hundred books and I didn't have that much time to read all of them. I had to choose wisely. I picked the very first book that caught my attention. The title of the book was written in a foreign language but at the bottom, there were words written in beautiful cursive. "Descendants of Markus..." I read the words. Maybe this was the title...? I picked it up and walked toward the table and made myself comfortable on the seat before opening the book. The pages were brown as words were written with a black sort of ink.

Dante closed the ledger, his hand resting on the cover. He said nothing. Not yet. The warehouse emptied one shadow at a time until only Dante remained. He leaned against the steel table, the ledger closed beneath his palm. His mind turned the revelation over like a blade. Valentina. Cruz’s daughter. The irony bit deep. Cruz, his oldest enemy, had left a legacy in the world without even knowing it. And now she was here—in Dante’s world, in Dante’s bed of fire, bound to him by chance and by choice.

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

"Milly, Andy still doesn't know you're my daughter, does he? Tell him, and he'll choose you." My father's voice came from the other end of the call. But just thinking of Andy in bed with another she-wolf made me sick. "No, father. I'm breaking up with him. I'll settle everything within a week." My father, the Lycan King William Gomez, sounded overjoyed with my decision. "The council elders have already finished drafting the succession announcement ages ago. Once you come home, you can take over and become the new Lycan Queen at any time."

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'

The enchantress announced before giving Alpha Romero a meaningful glance. The leader of the pack nodded while his wife, Calliope gently and assuringly squeezed on his arms before letting him walk away to present himself in the middle of the crowd. “With that being said, I, Alpha Romero Muller, leader of the Crescent Walkers announces my plans of carrying out my legacy towards my first born son, Morgan Muller.” Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he heard the news straight from his father’s lips. He momentarily felt happiness surge into his heart before a thought hit him.