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Highly handy in a situation like this. “It takes a lot of work,” he answers carefully. I nod quickly, turning to look between the two cells Alexander pointed out. “Hello,” I say, and the prisoners look at me when they realize I’m talking to them. “For those who don’t know me, my name is Evelyn, and I’m your Luna: the Lycan King’s mate and a werewolf from the Bloodstone Pack. We know werewolves have been targeted by lycans, and we’re looking for ways to stop the violence. I’m glad you’re open to being part of the solution with us.”

The females left one by one, until only Mom, Vera, and Catherine remained. "Sleep," Catherine instructed. "Tomorrow is long. You'll need your strength." But after they left, I couldn't sleep. I stood at the window, staring toward the forest where Skyler was, feeling him through the bond. Awake like me. Nervous like me. Ready like me. *One more night*, I thought toward him. *One more night*, he echoed back. --- I woke before dawn to find Vera sitting in the chair beside my bed. "Couldn't sleep either?" I asked.

Though Everett felt unsettled under my gaze, he forced a mask of bravado. "Y-You're Jacob Schwarz? Holy shit, you're not dead!" "Jacob Schwarz?" I gave a quiet, contemptuous laugh. "You've got it wrong. My last name is Wright—Jacob Wright." Ignoring him, I shifted my focus to Gerald Hyland, the CEO of Erape's largest airline. I spoke fluently to him in Gurman and pinpointed several major flaws in Everett's current route plan—issues I could identify at a glance from my experience as a top air traffic controller.

“Maybe. Or maybe a series of essays. Not about trauma. About what comes after.” He nodded slowly. “There’s not enough of that in the world.” “I want to call it Afterlight,” she said. “The stories that follow the storm.” He leaned in, kissed her forehead. “Then write it. The world’s listening.” A week later, Skye received an unexpected visitor. She was in her office upstairs—once a broom closet, now painted coral and filled with books—when someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” she called. A woman stepped inside. Late thirties. Neatly dressed. Nervous hands.

I could feel the intensity of their anger radiating from them. Beta Sky growled, his face contorted with anger like I had never seen before. "Either you get them out," he seethed, "or we can do this the hard way." His voice was low and menacing. I rolled my eyes dramatically and sighed a heavy sigh of exasperation. "Calm down. I didn’t say I won’t let you see them.," I said, waving my hand in a calming gesture. I nodded to Darin, and a few seconds later, Evangeline and her brunette friend scampered into the foyer. Before I had a chance to speak, they were already clinging to their parents as if they were magnets. I couldn't help but think to myself how silly they were being.

Chapter one Evelyn just woke up with a smile, anyway that had always been her style, because she has everything one could ever wish for. Caring parents, good brother, loved by the pack, and very beautiful, heralded as the most beautiful girl in all pack. They are wolves, her father is the Alpha and well respected, he is a good Alpha unlike stories of mean Alphas Evelyn hears about. People visit the Red moon pack just to see her and know if the rumor was true. They always ended up saying the rumor was a lie because she is more beautiful. Not that she boasts of her beauty, but she always spends her time alone. The beauty gave her jealous friends, so she was often alone or spending time indoors

'How long do you think he had been there' asked Sky? 'How would I know? I wasn't the one who held conscious' returned Evelyn. He just sat there staring at her silently like a statue. Sky let out a warning growl when he took a step towards her. It froze him on the spot, tilting his head to a side in an unspoken question. Ryan relaxed back to his previous position. Sky did not let her guard down, but stopped growling. 'What the hell are you doing? Stop ogling him and do something,' seethed Evelyn.

The butler replied. Zayn went to the study. He saw Evelyn sitting on the chair behind the desk, her head was on one of the books on the desk as she slept off. He walked over to her. He gazed at the book she was sleeping on, it was open and the notes she made were about it. 'Did she sleep all day or what?' He thought, biting back a smile. From his observation, she was only able to cover so little of just the book she was sleeping on, which was about the constitution of the Lycan race and council and their inaugurate histories.

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.

Sky's POV "Mate, mate, mate!" Evie screamed in my mind, her voice a desperate, purring melody of need. She was practically rolling over in submission, her excitement vibrating through me as if she were pacing just beneath my skin. "We are finally here, right where we belong," she sighed happily, her voice thick with longing. "Just a little more, Sky. Feel how he shudders? How his pulse is racing? He wants us—take what's ours!"