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Clair’s POV I never thought much about finding my mate, I mean I wanted to, but I had an education I wanted first and I was already half way there to getting my degree. I had all the science courses completed and the electives that I needed, I just needed the actual nurse training. Having Melody around for the few months with Papa, she helped me so much to understand mostly all of my courses. Then when she was kidnapped, I felt lost, having her and Dominick gone and dealing with my crazy older sister and brother was more than I could handle. I stayed with Elaine and concentrated hard on my studies, trying my best not to lose hope of Dominick finding Melody and bringing her home. He was

Gabriel’s POV Clara’s face went completely still, the specific stillness of someone who has been surprised so completely that the surface goes blank before the response can form. She looked at me. Held the phone toward me. Speaker, she mouthed. I reached over and pressed it. “Mr. Carr,” I said. “This is Gabriel Vane.” “I expected you’d be there,” Carr said. “You tend to be where Ms. Sterling is or she tends to be where you are. I’ve been uncertain which it is. Probably both.” “How did you get this number?” Clara said. “Arthur Pemberton, He’s been facilitating a great many connections recently, he called me last week. He said…” “He said it was time, that things had moved far enough that the

The room smells like smoke now. After the second drag, I speak low. “Stefan returned.” The mattress shifts behind me immediately. “What?” Emma’s voice loses its softness instantly. “The Vance heir?” I nod once, closing my eyes briefly as smoke fills my lungs again. “When?” “Today.” “Why did he return? There was no news about it.” I exhale slowly toward the ceiling. “Clara met him.” Emma goes quiet for a second. “So she knows he’ll return?”

Just as we reached the fourth floor, a shrill alarm blared through the institute. Down below, a massive wave of zombies surged in. Someone shouted, "Shit! The containment doors aren't working! It must be those two bastards!" I turned and saw Clara clutching the case and sprinting for the roof. Ryan stood where he was in a daze, clearly at a loss. Then, I heard his aggrieved inner voice. "This isn't what we agreed! She said we'd take it together and force Alice to give us the credit!" In that split second, he couldn't care less about anything else as he sprinted after Clara.

25 ~Dylan’s POV I returned back to my room. For a few seconds, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, my mind drifting back to yesterday. Velma had agreed. She had stood in my office, strong and calm, and still said yes to the collaboration. That thought alone filled me with a strange kind of energy. Hope, maybe. Or something close to it. A knock came at the door. “Sir,” one of the maids said softly as she entered. “Your dinner.”

"Oh, you got them? The answers?" "Yeah, was helpful, to be honest." She let out a breath, visibly relieved."For a moment, I was actually scared and didn't know how to tell you. I felt so betrayed knowing that the majority of the Elders were against us." "It's alright Clara, I understand." I replied, trying to comfort her. "So...." She trailed off, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "This is it then? The end to Wyatt and Nolan is finally here? "I guess so," I shrugged. I don't know about 'end' but we were somewhere.

A blush crept up my cheeks as I realized that Garrick might have just realized what had been going on between me and Clay. Garrick laughed out loud at my horrified face, the sound deep and warm and inviting. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. And I appreciate that you took the time apologizing to me. But be careful, Flora. Clay’s almost twenty eight. As much as I wish that you’re his mate, I’ve seen far too many dreams shatter to know that not all mating bonds go as planned.” And his words brought a renewed fear back into my mind, a fear that had nothing to do with the war raging outside.

I walked straight to the counter, ignoring the curious glances, and met the bartender’s eyes. “Ten Bloody Marys.” Richard’s earlier words still lingered somewhere in my chest, steadying me… but they weren’t enough to drown everything else. Thoughts of Laura still plagued my mind. Her name alone was enough to make my wolf tense. She had torn my life apart piece by piece, leaving nothing untouched. Tonight, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted silence. “Clarke’s still in Drakoria,” Richard said beside me, his tone shifting back to business. “He blew all his money gambling. He’s hiding from debt collectors. I can’t drag him out, so Nora thought maybe you’d have a safer plan…”