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I swallowed hard, my heart beating frantically. “I’m Ethan Ajax Davis, twin brother of the guy you’re screaming about in your dreams. If you’re looking for him, sorry, honey. He’s dead, along with my parents. Their corpses are nowhere to be found. It’s just you and me in this small room.” My body shook so violently I couldn't move a muscle. His captivating eyes reflected my own distraught face, a perfect contrast of his enjoyment and my suffering. They looked alike, yet he was nothing like Nathan. I balled my hands into fists, trying to contain my rage. He’s a maniac. A half-wolf. A serial killer.

"But you chose the path of darkness. It is time for the light to prevail." Zeke struck the final blow, ending Devin's reign of terror once and for all. As Devin's body fell to the ground, lifeless and defeated, a profound silence settled upon the battlefield. The air, heavy with the weight of their conflict, seemed to sigh in relief, as if it too had longed for this moment of closure.

The dishcloth had fallen anywhere in the room. "I don't want to repeat things to you, Elizabeth, but if you want to know who she is, all I'll tell you is that you killed her. You have murdered her. She and her son. Yes, you did. By warning Cliff's demon that they're here, you've done it." Elizabeth began to gasp, she wasn't understanding anything. "What are you talking about? I didn't kill anyone..."

His vision dimmed, and he realized that his time was short. "Elara," he managed to whisper, struggling to get the words out. "I'm coming." With one final, shaky breath, Draven closed his eyes. He felt his life slipping away, but he held on tightly to the hope that he had saved her.

Two new files had arrived—one of them titled Death Report of Damien. He opened it, scanning quickly. The first report was straightforward: time of death, location, cause—just as he’d known. But then he saw the second file. It was also labeled Death Report of Damien. Only… the details didn’t match. Two different times of death. Two different days. Two different cities. His brow furrowed, a cold unease curling in his gut. He dialed Dante immediately. “What the hell am I looking at with Damien’s files?” Dmitri demanded.

Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day. He had just arrived at Quaint Hotel and finished tidying up when Cohen burst in, pale and clutching at his phone. "Andres! Something terrible has happened!" Before Cohen could continue, Andres' phone rang. He held up a finger to silence him and answered the call. As he listened, his gaze shifted to Cohen's phone, where an image stopped him cold. The once-familiar pink Cullinan was now charred black, surrounded by the smoldering remains of Eterna Haven. Smoke billowed from the scene, and a stretcher held a body covered by a white sheet nearby.

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

the Draven twins laughed and on cue, the skies suddenly darkened in furious shades of black and purple while the gloomy dark coloured clouds hid the sun completely marking the entry of the Devil of Devils himself- THE DARK OVERLORD ! “Oh shit,” Chester muttered and turned furiously towards the Draven twins. Before I could react, the beheaded bodies of the twin brothers were already burning in purple fire. Chester killed them ! Guess he is too possessive about his cousin. I am too but what he just did was ummm …. scary ! “You killed two Alphas of a different pack, Chester,” I whispered in shock. “They should have seen it coming. Ness is in trouble and so is San. C’mon ! Let us hurry,” he urge

Dawn broke over the Dead Zone, but for the first time in twenty-two years, the light didn't feel bleak. The sun lifted over the ragged Eastern mountains, pouring brilliant shafts of gold through the toxic ash. The remaining vampires had been gone since the first streaks of dawn touched the ground, scurrying away in blind terror north through the worlds toward the Nightlands. The Night-Thralls were waiting. Motionless, frozen in the snow, the black magic no longer coursed through their veins.

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.