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Jhene yells at Gray. Gray shakes his head sideways and gives Jhene back her phone. " You know I thought he was dead. What's wrong with you Carter's!" " Hey, this isn't my fault, okay. We all thought he was dead. You remembered how he left five years ago. A fuckin war and he didn't return. My mother almost suffered depression and she spent a year in therapy. If he's back I have no idea." Gray says, he's angry or maybe pissed.

Their eyes locked onto Greyson, their expressions stern and resolute. Greyson's defiance remained, his lips sealed as he refused to cooperate. Jota's grip on his gun tightened, his patience wearing thin. With a steady hand, he aimed the gun at Greyson's leg and fired. The gunshot echoed through the room, the sound a sharp reminder of the stakes at hand. Greyson's cry of pain filled the air, his body trembling from the impact. His eyes widened in shock, the realization that Jota meant business evident in his expression. Liya's voice was firm, her tone holding a note of warning. "Tell us where Abigail is," she demanded, her eyes fixed on Greyson.

I know what I must do. Five wolves jump at Ash at the same time, and just like that, the fight is on. I turn around to see what is happening to Grey and four have jumped at him too, leaving me exposed. I look to my right and see three wolves coming closer to me. Their lips are rolled back showcasing their teeth and low growls are coming from each of them. I look to my left and see two more doing the same thing. Ash lets out a pained howl and I watch as a wolf rips into his shoulder just as another one chomps on his back leg breaking it. Tears fill my eyes as I watch my mate fighting for my life. Grey sends out a cry for help but I know nobody will make it here in time. His cry is cut off and

asked Raphael with a roguish smile. “I don't remember you bringing girls”. His next words were forgotten when he stood facing her. “Oh, my word," he gasped," she's beautiful! Jake, Raphael. This is Hermione. He waited for the words to sink in, "and she's my mate.” “What!” screamed Jake, who was the quietest of the three brothers." “You have found your mate? What about us?” He looked at the lady and she was as beautiful as a goddess. He walked over to her and took her hand.

Pain grounded me better than breath. And then I saw it. The snow. Not white. Gray. Threaded with streaks of black. Faint at first—just a dusting over the driftline—but it thickened the further I looked. Smoke-smudged. Charred. As if ash had fallen from above. I knelt slowly, the fur hem of my coat brushing the frost. There was no fire trail. No embers. Nothing burned nearby. But the ash was real. Cold to the touch. And fresh.

But his eyes darkened, a bitter fire flickering in them as he pulled his hand away. “No! The goddess doesn’t even give a damn about me. If she did, I wouldn’t be like this even after three years.” His voice cracked with the weight of pain he had carried all alone. “The goddess hates me, Ashley. And that’s the truth.” Grayson paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly, then he fixed his glimmering eyes on mine. “Ashley.” He said hoarsely. “I am here for you only. I have been watching the investigation. It isn’t accelerating. The officers wasted the whole day with that ridiculous introductory ceremony.

The night light made the city look even more beautiful, but none of this mattered to Ace as his eyes held unprecedented gloominess at the moment. He blew out the smoke in his mouth and closed his eyes as he sighed wearily. "Ian..." He called softly. "Where are you? Are you really dead?" His heart skipped a beat. Was that man really dead? His assistant had reported to him earlier today that an apartment Ian had lived in two years back had been found. He was so excited that he dispatched tens of men to the apartment to check if Ian was still there, but who would have expected that the neighbors would tell them that the man living there was dead...

Silas scattered my ashes into the sea, and as they drifted into the depths of the sea, I felt my soul becoming lighter and lighter. I knew that I was about to leave. Suddenly, there was a yell behind me. "Silas!" Jasper was stumbling toward me, his eyes red. "What did you do? Did you scatter Amara's ashes into the sea? Did you?" Jasper was even thinner and weaker than he had been the last time I had seen him. He clearly did not have any energy. Silas punched Jasper and knocked him to the ground. "So what if I did? That was Amara's dying wish! Compared to staying with you, Amara wants freedom more!"

"You're not going after her? What if she has another breakdown and tries to kill herself? I really don't want to get blamed by you and your family again." "She won't," Grayson said, calmly, with certainty. "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure? You used to panic whenever she even whimpered. Is there something I don't know?" Before he could answer, a coworker ran over, breathless. "Something's wrong—Sophia says she's going to jump off the roof!" I chuckled. "That trick again?" Grayson looked at me for a long time. Guilt. Regret. It was all in his eyes. I felt uncomfortable under that gaze.

A jagged line of gray ash had already claimed her left shoulder, creeping up toward her throat like a slow-moving fire. "It feels... cold, Sovereign. Like I’m made of winter," the girl whispered, her voice a fragile reed. Sofia felt a surge of agony in her chest that had nothing to do with the Heartstone. She wanted to reach out and pull the gray out of the girl’s skin, to wash it away with a wave of sapphire light. But she knew, with a sickening certainty, that her light would only feed the fire. Every time she tried to heal them, the gray moved faster, gorging itself on the indigo energy.