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And then everything turned black. ________________________________________________

Tell me all of that was a joke, and I'll fill your entire closet overnight. ‘I'll buy you so many new, beautiful shoes.’ I listened to every word, numb and hollow. Nothing stirred inside me anymore. No matter how intricate or how beautiful those new shoes might be, none of them would ever be as special as my first pair. Whatever Declan and I once had was over. It had burned to nothing but ash, just like those shoes. I walked out barefoot, and not a single ‘family member’ came after me. Only Petra's voice lingered behind, dripping with satisfaction. "You're really not going after her? She looked pretty upset."

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

Her face and a part of her neck were rotten all over; the skin in those areas had long decayed and was now falling out, and the stink of decayed dead flesh was disturbing her from concentrating on these dumb men before her. "The Alpha is the wrong person to fear. You should fear her," Sandra said in a foreboding tone, pointing at Audrey. Everyone looked at Audrey as she walked over to Janeth and lowered herself in a squat. "What's she doing with the sand?" Alex whispered to Maria as he saw Audrey collecting sand from the ground. "The flesh and bones are both made from dust and ashes," Maria replied and turned away from Alex to watch Audrey perform her healing ritual on Janeth. "Let the dust

“This has only begun.” Sobs burst from me in waves that rattled my core. It was all happening, not a dream. My coworkers, my friends, were dead. “Why? Why are you doing this? What is going on?” His gaze never left the road. “None of that matters. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Why did you kill them all?” So many lives, gone. “Collateral damage, just as you’ll be.” No emotion. A mechanical response.

She was still very vague, but I had come to trust her decision and accept her ways. I did not know what the future would hold, but lasting peace was a part of it since the evil had been snuffed out. I plan on enjoying my time with my mate until I take my last breath. THE END

Dustin stuttered, his voice had an inhuman edge to it, his eyes pitch black with no white. “What have you done?!” “I found my mate,” Ophelia answered confidently, shifting her weight as her feet searched for a hold on the ground. “You die tonight, Dustin.” “Tonight, I avenge my family!” Dustin let out a laugh that sounded almost like a screech. “Your sword is being eaten by a demon. You are dead!” “Farewell, Dustin.”

- This is good news after all our losses - says the librarian, - I don’t know if the news that I want to tell you is related to all these events or is it just an absurd accident, but let’s immediately go to the library hall, I will certainly have to show a very strange book. - Duk looked at Alud so that he without even asking anything unquestioningly trudged into the halls of the library. Dooku silently watched as waves of bewilderment rolled over Alud's face as he read a book sent to Dooku by a mere mortal named Conrod. After a while, Alud looked at Dook.

The rest of his words were cut off. Dylan's fist slammed into his abdomen. His hands tightly gripped Jeffery's tie, pulling it upwards as he coldly warned: "Watch your filthy mouth. The disgusting one here is a piece of trash like you." Jeffery clutched his stomach, groaning. Following Dylan's force, he slid down against the streetlight behind him. Dylan's eyes were cold as he looked down at him: "I hope you know that Naomi has always been exceptional. "It's not for others to gossip about.

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.