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she says as we chuckle and I elbow her lightly as we enter "Hey Gabi," Troy said as he smacked my hand before we did our usual handshake with grace and efficiency. "Hey Troy," I smile back as we finish Troy is a fallen angel, more known as a devil. He was a guardian angel but interfered when it was his human's time and got his wings stripped. I was gagging when he told us the story. I just didn't like imagining his wings getting ripped off of him. He is my friend and he's very friendly with everyone and a complete sweetheart. It just doesn't seem right to me.

*Zing! Mirozlav exerted pressure on Gabrielle's AB Saber, forcing her to step back. The air around them grew frigid, causing the vapor within the arena to frost over. "Rime Slayer was undoubtedly a monster. I have no regrets about putting an end to him. So, are you seeking vengeance for him?" Gabrielle stepped back, maintaining a calm demeanor as she pointed her saber forward, ready for the continuation of their clash. ...He knows the name of my Sika. There's no room for doubt anymore...

"Gabriel, you jerk! Why are you treating me like this? I haven't even dated anyone yet... or gotten married... Jerk, scumbag..." “Ahh…” "Gabriel Robinson, I hate you so much..." Afterward, he leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and hoarse, "Remember, even if I, Gabriel Robinson, don't want you, no one else is allowed to touch you.” He released her hands. In that moment, Fiona yanked the pillow off her face, her tear-filled eyes glaring at him. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "You bastard!" How could this despicable man treat her like this?

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

I growled, spotting movement. Of course. There was no way in hell they were going to give us a breather. It was almost like Shadowfang had hordes of disposable wolves in his pack that he sends in batches. Gabriel pulled me close, kissing my forehead. “Stay with me,” he murmured. I leaned in, our breaths mingling. Sparks flew, but I pulled back. “Let’s finish this,” I said. The stones pulsed, runes glowing red. My aura flared brighter, power surging. Things were beginning to look up.

Gabriel’s eyes widened, shocked by the shift. "What did you say?" Slade demanded. Gabriel took a step back, struggling. His wolf wanted to come out too, but he fought it. Finally, he regained control, his expression cold. "I said, I don’t want you. I’ve known you my whole life. You’re weak. Ugly. A clumsy little girl who is unfit to be my Luna." I felt like my heart had been ripped out. "I, Claw Gabriel Rennon, Alpha of the Moon Crescent Pack, reject you, Slade Angel Clinn, as my mate and Luna." His voice echoed through the empty hallway, each word cutting deeper than any physical wound.