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**End of Chapter 62** --- (Word count: 2,810) --- Ready for **Chapter 63: Ambush** at ~2800 words? Let me know if you'd like any adjustments before we continue! 🔥 **Chapter 62: The Enemy’s Son** The midnight meeting felt like stepping into another trap disguised as hope.

Then nothing. Cassian opened it with shaking hands. When he saw the still frame they had frozen at the end, the last of the color left his face. Even through the blur, he knew the coat, the braid, the turn of her body. It was Lyra. Half an hour earlier she had still been standing in front of him, quiet and pale, telling him to go. Now she was dead? No. It was impossible. He shoved past Selene and ran. By the time he reached the cremation hall, he no longer looked like the composed alpha everyone knew. He looked like a wolf driven clean out of his mind.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

was over. What a joke. I felt a tear slip out of the corner of my eye, joining the rain. *Thump.* My heart gave one last, violent shudder. A final beat that echoed in my ears. And then, everything went black. Chapter 4

I continued sobbing as I was too scared but eventually drifted into darkness. ~~~❤~~~ End of sixth chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story please vote for my story to show your appreciation. Love you all💞

SPECIAL CHAPTER NINE: NEAL GALDINA AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative. I was fading fast. The pain ripped through my body with every strained breath. Dimitri and Camille's voices rang out, desperate for me to hang on, to stay awake. But the darkness closed in, blurring their panicked faces. Was this it? Was I about to find out what the big mystery was all about? I'd always figured myself for hell after what my ancestors did - that whole thing with killing off the Mad God's lover. Tough break, but what could you do?

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

Michelle must have landed on my baby just right to cause him harm. I saw red as Michelle laughed. She was pale and losing too much blood. She knew she was dead but she was happy I was losing my baby. I didn’t even hesitate as I lunged for her and sank my teeth into her neck. Her head was back laughing so I had perfect view and little resistance as I ripped her neck off and stared into her eyes as her life left them.

Max had a feeling that he was about to go unhinged if Serenity died. “Hel, can you hear me?” She didn’t wake but her eyes moved. She was really pale and the deadman’s blood was clearly working on her, but she seemed to be fighting it. Max let out a breath and then closed his mouth over hers. He sent his energy into her, pulling it up. Knowing if anything was going to help her it was that. It didn’t seem to be doing anything for a moment, but then she suddenly gripped him and pulled more from him. He just let her, even as it started to drain him.

Jack snickered as of now, and afterward briskly said, "The last advance is extremely basic. I have proactively composed the right response into the live transmission room. Right now, every one individuals watching the live transmission know the response." As Jack talked, a line of words showed up in the live transmission room: The Fourth Key Number is 6. "The fourth number is additionally 6. There are such countless sixes. is the appointed authority a fallen angel?" "And afterward? What is it that the appointed authority need to do?" "No doubt, what is it that the adjudicator need to do? Have we been caught and condemned to death? What are you telling us?" Indeed, even the watchers were exce