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She rolled her eyes. “The Moon Goddess?! Yeah sure.” Shadow scoffed. “If you ARE the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?” Shadow glared and Jen released a low growl. “How do you know our names? And how do you know about all our pups?” Jen snarled. Shadow had his arm around his mate’s waist. It wasn’t to protect her from Selene but more to keep her from pouncing on Selene.

Just what kind of person am I? “Dahlly, you don’t remember it yet, but you are a Shadow wolf, and so was your husband… He wanted to make some money off of you, so he planned to sell you… He disguised himself as a good person, but in the end, he just wanted to take advantage of you.” An indescribable pain became clear in my heart… Somehow, I remembered the feeling of being betrayed, and the name ‘Shadow wolf,’ felt familiar in my head. “I… I am a Shadow wolf?”

"Did W-Weylin s-sent y-you?" Ignoring his question, Shadow walked forward slowly, resembling the angel of death approaching Thomas. Huffing, Thomas blinked his eyes before narrowing them, trying to recognise the person. "You still look good," Shadow said in a cold, emotionless voice, sending shivers down his spine. "It looks like the young master has shown mercy on you." "S-Shadow?!" Thomas gasped as soon as he recognised the woman. "Y-you are S-shadow - one o-of the m-most dread a-assasin, r-right?"

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

he’d said, shaking his head. “She’ll adjust,” I replied tightly. “Sure,” Zayn chuckled. “And I’m the Pope.” Dinner was even worse. Alessia never missed an opportunity to jab me with her tongue, and Zayn sat there enjoying the show like it was a comedy act. After she stormed off again, Zayn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s got fire. I like her.” “She’s reckless,” I muttered. “She’s alive,” Zayn countered. “Most women in our world are trained shadows. She’s a storm.”

I could tell by the way she started shaking when I heard her angry voice. It was as if someone was hypnotizing her when Kevin appeared and forced her to do his bidding against her will. This was driving me crazy. Emily was a woman to be respected at all times. She was as gentle and pure as a white snowdrop fresh out of the fluffy snow. She had such a noble and pure soul, and her angelic face reflected all her goodness. I couldn’t imagine how anyone could hurt her, because this woman was clearer than a drop of crystal clear water. You could read her like the page of a book. I couldn’t understand how Kevin could hurt a woman like her who could be considered a veritable treasure that many would

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

“Nolan,” she whispered, panic bleeding into her voice. “That’s not nonsense.” “I know,” I said quietly. She shook her head, breath coming faster. “The shadows hunger—that’s old language. Pre-unification. It’s used in some of the earliest texts about corrupted bonds and obsession turned divine punishment.” My stomach dropped. “And the shadow woman?” Ellie swallowed hard. “A figure that appears in warnings. Not always the same person—but always the same pattern. Someone who believes love gives them ownership. Someone who mistakes devotion for entitlement.”

"Such bravado, little alpha. But I hold all the cards now. Your fate lies in my hands." Just as despair threatened to overcome them, a sudden, unexpected voice echoed through the chamber. It was a voice tinged with authority, yet filled with empathy and understanding. "You've gone too far, Shadow Lord. It's time for this darkness to end." Everyone turned to see a figure stepping out of the shadows. It was a woman, her silver hair cascading down her back like a moonlit waterfall. Her eyes shimmered with ancient wisdom, and an air of power surrounded her. "Who are you to challenge me, witch?" the Shadow Lord sneered, his grip on Amelia tightening even further.

Maxwell walks behind me, humming a tune that feels completely out of place in such bleak circumstances. The walk is longer than I expected, and by the time we arrive, I’m drained. The house we find is a tiny cabin nestled among towering trees, with windows hidden behind heavy curtains and a door that looks like it’s one breath away from falling off its hinges. “This is the famous ally?” I ask, eyeing Shadow with clear skepticism. “Watch what you say,” he replies. “She doesn’t take kindly to criticism.” Before I can answer, the door swings open violently, and a tall, slender woman appears in the doorway. Her vibrant red hair cascades over her shoulders, and her green eyes gleam with an intens