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The next chain of events I regretted instantly, and wished I had never listened to Coal. “All right! Let's meet your wolf,” Grayson said as he closed his laptop, pushed back his chair, and stood. “You don't know how much I needed this break,” Grayson said as he began walking around his desk, obviously expecting that we were going outside. I gave Coal one last pleading look, only for him to mouth the word “now”. I don't know why I listened to him, but I did. I dropped the walls that held Shade back. As Grayson rounded his desk, he looked up and stopped when he saw Shade's red eyes and the smoke barreling from my body.

The "Grey Pulse" was not a sound, but a "Damping Field" that turned the city of Sector 0 into a landscape of terminal fatigue. As the video feed of Seraphina’s extraction flickered on the billboard, a wave of grey, anti-magic static expanded from the Skyscrapers of Architectural Holdings. It hit Silas and Lyra like a physical wall of lead, pulling the violet starlight from her wings and the gold-sapphire fire from his fur.

Aurora POV While searching for records of the Shadow Clan in the Red Moon Wolf Clan's library, I felt overwhelmed. The library was massive. Three floors of shelves packed with ancient texts, scrolls, and documents. Some were so old the pages crumbled at the slightest touch. Gray was still recovering from the Shadow Clan's dark magic. The black veins had faded more, but he tired easily. He insisted on helping with the research anyway. "You should be resting," I said for the third time that morning.

" The world isn't as black and white as you think it to be. On one hand everyone is at war, the other, people are willing to compromise, cheat and even sell their organs to get what they want. Nothing is ever really as it seems." Grayson stand before me, naked and frustration rises seeing him like this. I know what he's doing, seeking to crumble my resolve to the ground. So I play his game, testing his patience likewise. I lift myself from the bath, water tumbling from my middle, reaching for him as I make my way out, taking the towel in hand. "I'm losing patience Leila, " Grayson says behind me and I hear the slosh of water when he drops himself inside, hiding that sweeping monster of a d**

Grey. The name hit her like a punch to the chest. It was familiar. Not from her past. Not from the trauma. But in a strange way, it fit. She hadn’t asked for his name. And yet, hearing it now… Grey. The color of twilight. Of ash. Of the space between light and dark. She didn’t realize she was gripping the clipboard until her knuckles turned white. “Keep monitoring him,” she said quietly. “Page me if there’s any change.”

I could hear Greyson screaming as I started to see black dots around me. I gasped for breath as I was let go, I fell to the wooden floor with a thud and winced as a familiar sharp pain shot through my neck. Another dart. The last thing I saw before darkness took me once again, was a pair of heels walking away and a face I never wanted to see again... Kirk. Authors note: Hi there :) For those of you who have forgotten, Kirk is the rogue wolf. Also was contemplating doing the next chapter from Grayson's perspective... Let me know your thoughts on that and if I should. Otherwise, I will just stick to doing it from Lailas POV, especially since I know I left this on another cliffhanger.. Sorry! :

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

Grey grabbed his bag mid-lecture, the chair legs screeching violently against the floor as he stood. Professor Halvern paused mid-sentence. “Mr. Grey, another class would hold very soon.” “Emergency,” Grey muttered without even looking back. The classroom buzzed immediately but he didn’t fucking care. He needed to see Scarlet because the more he looked at the faces around him, the more they blurred into something unnatural. Everything is fucking creepy. He stormed down the hallway, heart pounding hard enough to shake his ribs. His thoughts were a mess…Ethan collapsing, guardians appearing like demons summoned from thin air, Scarlet absence, probably whispering with the Lycan behind closed do

Grey placed a loaded handgun on his thigh. He had not slept in these past few days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dr. Evelyn standing over Abigail. The news of Evelyn’s escape from police custody played on a loop in his mind. That woman was no longer just a disgraced therapist. She was suffering a full psychotic break, and she was practically hunting his family. Grey stared at the locked bedroom door of their new penthouse. His paranoia was eating him alive. He trusted his guards, he trusted Marcus, and he trusted the FBI, but none of it felt like enough. Until she was completely gone, he wouldn't have peace of mind.

The world had ended two years ago, and somehow, Jesse still hadn’t died. He blamed Marcus for that. Marcus, with his stupid muscles, gorgeous face, and unwillingness to die no matter how many zombies tried to use his guts as an offal meal. They were holed up in a half-collapsed roadside motel in Nowhere, Nebraska. The sky outside was smeared with blood-red clouds and ash. Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat.