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Winter I crash into the ground, my butt hitting it first. The spinning is gone, and I blink at my new surroundings. It's dark here, with dead-looking trees all over the place. There's space between them, almost like some kind of fruit orchard. These trees definitely don't grow fruit, though. They look incapable of growing anything. Getting to my feet, I take a shaky breath. Damon was right. His ritual worked. That or it just killed me, and I'm walking around the afterlife, unable to return to Earth.

The beam of my flashlight trembled violently in my hand, dancing over their advancing forms. This was it. This was how it ended. Not in a blaze of glory, but in a stupid, quiet corner of a dead library, because I forgot to reload my gun. The bleak despair I had felt days ago returned, but this time it was sharpened by a razor’s edge of terror. I saw Elise’s face, Lester’s quiet nod, Moe’s worried frown. I had failed them. I had failed myself. No. The thought was a spark in the overwhelming darkness. No. I would not die like this. Not here. Not now.

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

Her voice cracked with sobs and resolve. "Mom!" I screamed, horrified. And right before my eyes, the man raised his hand and drove the knife straight into her back without hesitation. A burst of red exploded in my mind, ripping through the shock and shattering what little calm I had left. Mom gasped in pain, but she didn't let go. She tightly clung to the man's waist and shouted at me, "Jump! Theodore, jump! Don't you dare hesitate!" I felt my blood freeze in my veins, but the will to survive kicked in like instinct. We had no chance if I faced him head-on. I ran to the window and leaped without hesitation.

The storm didn't start with thunder. It started with silence. The kind of silence that crept in first—on bare feet, breathless—and waited. Waiting like it knew what was coming, like it had already opened the door and watched the blood soak through the floorboards. By the time the town of Elderwood blinked, the dead were already walking. They didn’t wear rotted flesh. These weren’t the kind of corpses that moaned. No. These were worse. Former Alphas.

"I can't let Audrey become their target. Cate is obedient. If one day she dies in Audrey's place, well, that would be a blessing for her." Audrey smiled, lips pressed into a perfect little curve. I was still frozen in place. Numb. Like my body had been drained of heat, like my oversized mascot costume was suddenly letting the cold seep in. Just one year ago, I had stumbled upon a dying Kevin in the alley behind the restaurant where I worked. I hadn't wanted to get involved—I knew trouble when I saw it—but he had gasped, flipped over, and clutched my ankle with blood-streaked fingers.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

"But proper planning prevents poor performance. That's something you'll need to remember when you take over, son." Ethan Sr. tucks the mysterious envelope into his jacket pocket, his expression carefully neutral. Few in the pack know that Dorothy's full name is Dorothy Rochelle Dares; she's always been just "Dorothy" or "Dot" to most. The Beta wonders what kind of correspondence would use her initials rather than her name, but he keeps this curiosity to himself. "I should get this to its rightful owner," he says, nodding respectfully to the Alpha before turning to Magnus. "And you look like you could use some rest, young man. The coming-of-age is taxing even before the ceremony begins."