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“We don’t have the number for that. I can’t risk the lives we do have on a maybe.” “Don’t worry too much. We’ll keep in touch, Gray. You know you’ll always have us as allies, no matter where you are,” Delia tells him, her voice softer now. I start walking again, making sure to walk in the direction of their voices. Their scents. Earth and sweet and spice and sage. As I get closer I hear a snap from underneath my foot, and look up to see Gray’s usual blue eyes flashing yellow. He blinks and shoots me a fake grin.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

The grange was too vast for her to clean all by herself. Owino and Melina arrived. Their car honked its horns to alarm them of their arrival, Amanda swifter to go open the door for them. She was weak from all the enervation, she did not get a fortuitous to eat during the day, she leaned towards the gate after opening for them, her legs were shaking, her body was getting pale, her stomach grumbled out loud, she held her forehead showing her tiredness. Owino noticed her sudden struggle through the side mirror, he quickly rushed out and held her just on time before she fell down.

The house they were headed to was surrounded by corn fields on three sides—all thankfully late to be harvested—which gave them the luxury of cover they hadn’t expected. Paoli breathed an audible sigh of relief as they silently started to make their way through the field at the back of the property, moving carefully through the corn to avoid giving away their presence. Recent rains had made the ground soggy, which meant their every step made a slight sucking noise. Light from the shining moon spilled across the land, casting eerie shadows and making the corn look like silent sentries. “I don’t care what anyone says,” Paoli whispered, ducking to avoid a stray leaf that seemed to be reaching fo

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 201: The World Without Names The sunrise was unlike any Ama had ever seen. It wasn't silver. It wasn't gold. It wasn't blue. It was green. Not the green of forests. Not the green of spring. Something deeper. The color of possibility before it became reality. Ama stood upon the great leaf as it drifted gently downward. The tiny green sprout still rested in her palm.

Sage replies with a nod. "What is it?" "In betwen its eyes," Sage mutters. They all nod and get to it while they work to end it. We just wanted her, not you all. Is that too much to ask for? the voice wails. "She is ours, not yours." | Grayson and Sage tighten their jaws with hardened eyes. The end the duplicates of the shadow, and when the shadow finally turns to look at them, its eyes are redder than even the colour red. It does not stop saying things that makes Grayson murderous.

As I dragged my exhausted body out of the conference room, Sabrina stopped me. "Beta, Matteo's office looks a bit too plain. Go up the mountain and pick some wild daisies to brighten it up." Wild daisies grew in places covered with thorns, and wolfsbane was hidden among them. One wrong move, and you would get poisoned. I refused. "The Alpha doesn't like wild daisies. His office has always been decorated with roses only." Sabrina's expression immediately soured. "Are you questioning me? Fine, then. Since you say Matteo doesn't like wild daisies, let's go ask him."

Trees so perfectly trimmed they look like they’ve never known a real wind. When we finally slow down, my stomach tightens. Because the mansion that appears behind the iron gates? It looks like something out of a movie. The old, expensive kind. Stone walls, tall columns, windows like dark, empty eyes. It’s the kind of house that could either host a royal family… or hide a dozen bodies in the basement. No in-between. The car rolls to a stop in the circular driveway, and I just sit there, gaping like an idiot. My driver — still silent, still wearing those sunglasses like we’re in some mobster cosplay — opens the door.

Maya’s POV The green paradise was a lie. The deeper Silas and I trekked toward the coast, the more the lush forests began to fray at the edges. The vibrant leaves didn't wilt; they flickered. Sometimes a tree would momentarily lose its color, turning into a wireframe of white light before snapping back into reality. The reboot was holding, but it was shallow.

Midnight arrived with a sound like a tolling bell. The joint forces of the Blackwood Pack and the Shadow Claws stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the low-frequency vibration of the Creator’s magic. The Silver Peaks were no longer purple; they were a solid, light-absorbing black. Lyra stood at the front of the line, her obsidian blade glowing with a violent, flickering violet light. Silas stood beside her, his gold-and-sapphire aura a steady, protective shield against the chilling wind.