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"I'm sorry, mom. It's my turn to leave you behind." I want to shed a tear. I want this final farewell to mean something more. But there's nothing left in me. I'm a golem. A walking ball of soulless, emotionless clay. I trudge down the path, fighting my body to make it forget the familiar route. I'll have to make a new one and find a new spot. The clearing fades as I push through the underbrush. There's an idea buzzing around my head, telling me to just bolt, to ditch this fucked-up pack for good. But then comes the cold reminder—going rogue's code for becoming a toy to the Alpha and Beta.

“What is that smell?” “The graves of the Forsaken,” Felix said coldly. “If the living can’t keep Bruess under control, then the Dead do.” The Forsaken. I looked around and saw no headstones or markers that would indicate where these werewolves were buried. They were criminals, traitors, mentally ill, or simply unfortunate werewolves who were not given their last rites. I laughed nervously, “You don’t honestly believe that the Dead still exists here? That’s just a superstition from the old days.”

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

While he tries to stop the bleeding, I point to the chair, and my men grab my son. I don't follow them. I stand in front of the grieving man and smile. "It sucks, doesn't it? To let someone in, give your all to one person, and allow them to break down the walls, just watch them die before your eyes. That's exactly what you did to my family and me. Blood for blood, fucker." I turn my back on them and snap my fingers. "Burn them down, boys." Now, the Guardians will disappear from our lives, and soon enough, I will burn down the tombs of the remaining creatures.

I announced, my voice cutting through the sound of axes hitting wood. I cleared a space on a rough wooden table and laid out the map and the blueprints. The workers gathered around, their faces grimed with dirt. I pointed to the center of the design—the massive “gift” we were building for the Ravaryn Pack. “This is the hole,” I said, tracing a hidden hatch on the blueprint. “This will be our entrance and our exit. But listen carefully: once we’re inside, we stay under black blankets. We need to be invisible. Got it?”

Damian did not wait, he turned, already moving the others falling into step behind him without question. Something about this sat wrong, deeply wrong, a rogue going missing, possibly a fight, with no blood?, but not impossible but a scent trail that simply disappeared? No, that was deliberate. The forest did not feel right. Damian noticed it before anyone spoke. It was not the darkness, the light still filtered through the trees. But something underneath it all fell off, wrong "here" one of the warriors said quietly Damian stepped forward then stopped, the scent was there, faint, too faint like something had existed in that spot and then been wiped clean.

"You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out." When Nicky was first starting out, I lived with her in a cramped basement and ate cheap takeout. She was moved by my dedication and promised to buy me everything I wanted once she succeeded. However, those promises faded and were replaced by contempt. I would rather see her dead than offer her a fresh start. "Jensen, I was wrong. Ryan clouded my judgment. Please forgive me. I can't live without you," she pleaded regretfully. I looked at her without an ounce of sympathy and replied, "I don't love you anymore, Nicky. I've never felt more at peace since I left you. If you can't go on, then go ahead and end it. Maybe you'll meet

We had nothing. More disturbingly, some of the forsaken had disappeared entirely. Wolves who had lived on the fringes of the reserve for years suddenly went silent. Those who used to monitor them lost track. It was like they had vanished into thin air. The city didn’t report it, of course. The news didn’t mention the missing. But we heard the whispers. The rumors swirled through the underground networks, passed between hushed voices in back alleys and smoky rooms. Eleven rogues had gone missing in the past year alone. Three of the forsaken had also disappeared without explanation. The numbers didn’t lie. The silence in the media, however, spoke volumes. It felt like we were being erased.

He always found what he wanted. That night I had lain awake, staring at the cracked ceiling of my small room, and listening to the distant howl of the wind outside. My mind was racing as Darius' words replayed over and over in my head. I was being sold like a piece of property, my life bartered away for his debts. I should have seen this coming. I should have known he'd find some way to use me. But Lucian Blackwood… the tales about him had been enough to make the bravest of hearts shudder. They said he ruled his pack with fear and blood, his enemies seldom living to greet the next morning. Now, I was supposed to marry him. The thought made my stomach churn.

My tears had long since dried out and even Isa had not reared her head in a while. A few days in the wilderness quickly broke everything down. It was very simple now. I just had to get away. I had never been out of the packlands before so my navigation was horrible. And yet I needed to take just one more step. I fell again but this time there was to be no getting back up. “Do you still live?” A strange voice asked. I looked up, knowing that I was just hallucinating. A shadowy figure in an overflowing dark cloak stood over me. Even his face was completely concealed. He held a thick staff by his side and it was adorned with a giant gem. I fainted.