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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of New Moon Academy. The castle-like estate loomed majestically, its turrets piercing the clouds, while ivy clung to the stone walls like a protective embrace. Charlie Hale stood at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today marked a new beginning, a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past.

Then, Dante summons me, and I know it's time to get out. It's been two weeks now and I finally stand before Dante Icarus, leader of the Shadowfang. His eyes are cold, like they always were during training—sharp, calculating, and never merciful. He's called me here, and I assume it's for a good reason, most likely about to give me another mission, another person to be dead before sunrise.

As far as she knew, she just entered this very room; then there was darkness, followed by a crushing light. What was that all about? “It was your fears. I’m impressed that you were the first one to overcome it.” Her brows furrowed, but she did not dare take her eyes off Mister Porche as he pounded the wall in front of them, making the swords hanging way above it tingled. Since when did she fear the darkness? Or was it a darkness that she’d really seen? “That’s what confuses most of the Shadowest, you know,” supplied the teacher. “I just hope Mister Porche will not do this every morning or we’ll lose Shadowests even before we could ask for it.”

I finally said as I was passed into Javi’s arms. “I’m so fucking sorry baby, I’m so--” “Shh,” I cut him off. The darkness came again. I was in the dark again, like the time I saw Noora years ago. But there was nothing, just darkness. I tried yelling for someone, but there was nothing. What the hell did this mean? I thought about what Noora said in the first dream, and it all made sense. The prize was the bomb, I knew that now, and I never took my eyes off it, and maybe I was meant to see it through.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

Elan asked. "No, I'm fine," I replied and immediately hung up the call. I was just a few minutes into the Poldark pack when a vision of a struggling wolf started appearing in my mind. At first, I thought it was something meaningless until I saw a human hand lying on the road. "Who could it be?" I asked, as I halted my car, got down, and crossed the road only to meet something unexpected.

Moonlight filtered through broken skylights, casting shadows that moved like living things. "Hello?" My voice echoed off concrete walls. "You came." Camilla stepped out of the shadows, looking immaculate in a designer coat despite the surroundings. "I honestly did not think you would. Thought you would be too smart to walk into such an obvious trap." "Where is my brother?" "Safe. For now." She moved closer, heels clicking against concrete. "But whether he stays that way depends entirely on what happens next." "What do you want from me?" "The truth. Finally." She pulled out a folder, similar to the ones I had seen before. "Do you know what is in here?"

It had been nice talking to Davina about things, but those women seems to know what is going on. "Scary shadows ? That doesn't sound like vaetter". Siri looks kind of surprised. "Can you describe them a bit closer". While I finish up eating I try to recall the dreams. "There were two dark shadows, they tried to get through the stone circle. They were .. Uhh. Angry because they couldn't get to me.. I think". "Could you see what they looked like ?" Gudrun asks curiously.

And instead of doing their jobs, they're staring at my ass. I ignore them and make it to Baker's office. I push the door open, hoping he has good reason for pulling me out of bed at three in the morning for a case that has nothing to do with my work. Regret washes over me as soon as I open the door. Four men from Baker's special homicide unit take up the space of the small room, the sight making me want to run for the hills. James Anderson stands at the small bookshelf by the right wall, looking at me like I'm a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his ugly sneakers. Loenard Deluca stands next to him, his eyes roaming up and down my body. Ian Sorenson stands on the other side of the room, sta