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Those had been special tasks appointed to a trusted few yesterday. “It’s time.” Vee’s voice carried over us. “But they just left,” someone pointed out. They were right; we had at least an hour to wait, if not more. Vee answered, “Where we’re going, time doesn’t pass the same as here. Traveling through the Underworld is not to be taken lightly. Stay close and don’t wander off on your own, no matter what the twinkling lights say. Best not to look at the lights at all.”

“Careful!” Her hand suddenly shoves me lower. “There are cameras there. Get down.” I flatten myself instantly. Ahead sits a maintenance garage filled with damaged vehicles, scrap metal, old machinery, and maintenance materials protected beneath a large zinc-roofed shelter. The place looks abandoned. Which usually means it's hiding something. I crawl after her on my stomach, keeping my gun steady and my eyes moving. “In here,” she grunts. She disappears beneath a broken truck with four flat tires. I'm about to ask why she's crawling under a vehicle when I notice she's moving a massive metal barrier covering what looks like the mouth of a well.

INVERTING Y-AXIS. Beneath the streets of Coldwater, three descending Hell-Pods suddenly received a catastrophic navigation error. Their internal gyroscopes flipped. Instead of drilling up into the city, the pods violently angled downward, accelerating their drills at maximum thrust directly into the planetary bedrock, burying themselves alive miles beneath the surface. "Three pods neutralized!" I yelled to Dax. "Good work, Ghost!" Dax shouted back, laying down a suppressing field of explosive fire to cover Sienna as she danced through the legs of a Sun-Guard, her phase-knives leaving trails of blue light and severed hydraulic lines.

“Talk. People disappearing. Where do the wagons go?” The miner’s eyes darted nervously. “Underground, lad. Old shafts connected to forbidden levels. Heard screams once. They load ‘em up, chain ‘em… then gone. Some say it’s for the wars up north. Monsters or some madman building an army. But I ain’t seen nothing. Swear it.” Caya pulled Nero aside afterward. “Monsters? Sounds like bullshit to scare drunks. Still, the underground fits.” As dusk fell, they regrouped and slipped toward the largest mine entrance under cover of shadows. The air grew cooler, heavier with coal dust. Nero’s chains were removed for the climb; he moved like a predator now, muscles coiled.

“That’s all. It happens.” “You went under.” His thumb circled hard into the tightest spot, and I flinched. “You didn’t just dip. You went down, and you didn’t come up fast enough.” “For a second. Barely a second. I couldn’t kick, that’s all — it locked up, and I went under for one stupid second.”

incredibly tired. "I didn't say that," Zeke remarked, his tone entirely unreadable. He didn't move. He simply stood there in the shadows, watching the reigning icon of the entertainment industry struggle with something as mundane as finding a ride home—his cold curiosity finally overriding his disdain. Outside, the rain didn't just fall; it collapsed. The sky over the city turned into a heavy, violent sheet of gray, the sound of the downpour against the massive glass facade echoing loudly through the lobby.

Static on the radio. “Midnight,” Gabe said. “We go in low. Stay alive.” No one said good luck. They killed the lights. Goggles dropped. Green view rose. Boots found stairs. Somewhere east, the Opera House waited. They went back under the streets—six names, one plan, no spare room for mistakes. * * *

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

I could almost be content were it not for the heavy stone of loneliness in my chest. I drink, and then just for a change I drink some more. -- "God's teeth, this wind!" shrieks Em as we stagger out through the front door of the pub and into the biting gale. "Hurry, we're going to get soaked if we loiter out here," I yell. I take her hand, and we jog unsteadily down the pier and out onto the pontoons. The wood is slippery and we have one or two near-catastrophes, but we make it back to Indigo without falling or drowning ourselves. Em hops around in desperation as I fumble the keys in my chilled hands.

Fudge, these blood trails might give them a hint that I’m hiding here! But I can’t do anything! I don’t have the strength to stand up! My whole body feels like giving up. Am I really this weak? Am I really this useless? Am I really this powerless? Am I really this helpless? All I can do was to gasp when I felt them near me. Is this really the way I’m dying? Without even seeing her again? My senses came back when I heard Amansinaya’s voice ringing in my head. “Attention to the both of you…” She stopped