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she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

All she knew was that she had a certain strange conviction that she could succeed on it, and she needed to prove her worth with it. After spending considerable time pouring over the details of the project, she finally realized why he attached so much importance to it. G-Apex was the shorthand name he had developed for the Gryzith complex. Based on the information she had gathered, the Gryzith complex was an incredibly vast barren land that sat right on the outskirts of the city.

“We’ve been made aware of some she wolves going missing. From some of the North packs.” And because she is so fast she gets it instantly. Her eyebrows go up in surprise. “Including my old pack?” she asks. “Yes and the two neighbouring packs.” I confirm “Who?” she asks looking worried. “We got the names yesterday. From the Golden Harvest Pack was Mary Jameson, Lila Munroe and Reeva Varik” I tell her. Honesty is best. I wondered if she knew either of them but the look of distress on her face and the way she clutched my arm tells me she does.

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The border was marked by nothing more than a series of obsidian-colored monoliths, but to the nervous system, it was a cliff. Elias and Sarah Miller, along with their seven-year-old daughter, Mia, stood at the edge of the "Graft-Line" in the high desert of eastern Nevada. Behind them, the air was a soft, shimmering violet, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed herbs—the "Resonance" of the Sombra-Net. Ahead, the air was dry, dusty, and stubbornly clear.

Ga-chi. The grinding sound in my neck was a low-frequency groan. The city's mercury-veins functioned as my nervous system, and they were screaming. I felt the Unlearned in the lower galleries trying to stand. Marek, the Southern Alpha, hauled himself upward, his muscles bulging as gold static sparked through his fur. He made it three inches before the floor yanked him back down. The thud of his chest hitting the basalt vibrated through my own petrified ribs like a hammer strike.

A chain rattled softly. Her gaze snapped down. A metal cuff circled her ankle, tethered to a short length of chain bolted into the floor. "No..." She whispered, her breath trembling as she yanked at it, the iron biting into her skin, but it didn't budge. She pressed her palms to her temples, forcing herself to think. The Outlands. Erik said the Outlands was safe. A sanctuary beyond the North where no Lycan could cross, no Alpha's rule could reach. A place for the forgotten and for the free.

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Grisha shot a mocking grin at Kaira, "Nevertheless, this situation is indeed hilarious… Kiara's Decker, a.k.a. Gray Athena of God's Heritage got shut down by a minor. If this wasn't a party thrown by Immortal Crawlers, this news would have turned into rumors already. Might have burned the entire world into ashes. " "Grisha Fowler. It's better if you wipe that smirk off of your face… or would you prefer I do that for you?" "Oh jeez! Did I just rub salt on the burns…" Grisha's grin grew wider, "I really did not mean to do that...friendo."