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"After everything?" Samuel was quiet for a long stretch of highway. "I thought I’d lost it," he admitted. "For the first three years after the ban, I couldn't get in the water without going feral. The feeling of being submerged... it felt like being trapped again. Bryne eventually figured out that if I entered the water slowly—standing first, just feeling the temperature—my wolf would adjust. It took eight months just to swim a single lap without losing my mind." He glanced at her, then back to the road. "But yes. It’s still that. It’s the one thing Antonio couldn't take from me."

After I switched bodies with my driver, I ended up trapped in the body of an overweight, unattractive man everyone looked down on. My sister Joanne Harper and my fiancée, Serena Lane, did everything they could to find a way to switch us back. Joanne hired an exorcist and even gave her own blood for the ritual. Serena climbed three thousand icy steps to a remote mountaintop chapel in the middle of a blizzard, dropping to her knees in prayer every few steps. But Julian Brown, now living in my body, looked at them pitifully. “My romance system says we can only switch back if both of you truly fall in love with me.” From that day on, Joanne appeared to indulge his every whim, buying him sp

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

“You don’t even know us.” She chuckled, a bubbling sound that ended in a wheeze. “I know de wolf got his claws in ye girl. Baby, dis swamp know every soul dat ever step foot in her mud. You come down hea sniffin’ for magic? Dat kinda magic don’ come free. You wanna dig it up? You best be ready to pay de price.” Gideon sighed and rubbed his temples. “I told you she’s crazy. She’s been smoking swamp weed again.”

Without hesitation whatsoever, I reach out. The ground surges under me. The swamp seems as if it has come alive. Roots grab my ankles, yanking me down. My hands claw at the mud. My wolf roars, pushing strength through my limbs. My bond with Zenith burns against my collarbone. Then I feel her. Not beside me. But within me.

So we were left with absolute darkness, the kind that makes every breath feel loud. "Step exactly where I step," Gideon rasped. His scarred face got lit up by that sickly green chemical flare. He had a machete in one hand, and in the other, a compass that spun like it wanted to escape him. "The Blood-Paths are the only solid ground, you step one inch off the root line and the mud will swallow you whole… it won’t spit you back out." I didn’t need the warning, my Alpha senses were already yelling. The swamp wasn’t only highly toxic , it was alive. Every shadow seemed to wear a pair of watching eyes.

“She’s bleeding us dry before we even reach her.” Rio stumbled as his boot caught on something submerged. Looking down, his sharp eyes caught the pale face of a fallen human militia member staring back up at him from beneath the surface, mouth frozen in a silent scream. His stomach turned. More bodies floated by—witches with their throats ripped out, limbs missing, blood pooling thickly in the water. The swamp wasn’t just alive with magic. It was a grave. Nearby, Adonis was struggling too. A spell had caught him mid-strike, tendrils of glowing green magic wrapping his borrowed body like chains and dragging him under the fetid water.

The place reeked of everything that was wrong and unnatural. We reached the swamp at dusk. The ground turned wet beneath their steps, the trees leaning over still water that mirrored the darkening sky. The air grew unnaturally still. Even the breeze died. The surface of the swamp was glass, reflecting the rising stars and the cold, blue light of the moon. I crouched low, ears twitching. Something was wrong. A crack split the silence. Branches broke overhead. Manolya jerked her head to the side with her eyes wide. She was already too close to the edge.

light in the stinky swamp. Luckily, these foul respawns of beasts, which looked like some deformed squirrels, were moving out of our way; it seemed they were afraid of us. Good, I really don't have time, interest, or will to play demonic pest control in this murky maze. This touted shortcut which should have been our salvation, as Norgarth explained, seemed like a rouse, a trap and like he was stalling us. I am starting to share Kandreah's mistrust and annoyance with Norgarth as we venture deeper into this scarcely-lit, stinky shitroad to central Macabantrah. We were meandering through the dim, putrid, vermin-infested sewer-like corridors, which reminded me of cra.ppy Damnarynth a lot. Its

She was my first true loss in life. The beauty of a dream is that anything goes. In this dream, not only was Sandy next to me at the water’s edge, but we were having a conversation. It was nothing that would have been of interest to anyone but us. We discussed our trips to the park. I asked her what she thought about the frisky collie that was always there waiting for us. To my surprise, Sandy thought the collie was a snob. We talked and reminisced and tee-heed for some time before we were joined by Frank and the blonde woman from the movie theater. That’s when my dream turned into a nightmare. Frank looked so much healthier than he did during the last few weeks of his life. He was more like