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“I think that book comes closest to revealing her true self. It’s where she laid bare her emotions, where she poured all of her sorrow into every page. It’s my favorite because every time I read it, I feel like I’m drawing closer to her… like I’m beginning to understand who she really is.” Sandra hesitated, unsure if she should let their conversation go any further. But in the end, she couldn’t stop herself from offering her own thoughts. “The truth is… that book was written to show that there are people who would rather live as a shadow of someone else. No one is to blame, no one plays the villain… it’s simply their choice to remain unseen. For Shadow Lady, life feels quieter, happier, more

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

"I'm ready for the reality." I looked at the sky, where the "Splinter" was somewhere in the dark, hungry and hollow. I looked at the "Refugee of the Void," who had given her life to give us a choice. "Then let's build the shadow," I commanded, my amethyst eyes glowing one last time. The "Inheritance of Light" was about to become the "Armor of the Dark." We had ninety-six chapters of war, and now, we were going to use the very last of our divinity to buy the right to be forgotten.

I screamed, my hands trembling as I watched the massive thumb of the Sculptor press down on the center of Silas’s chest plate. --- ## Chapter 55: The Weight of the Sculptor's Clay The **First Shadow** stood between me and the rift, his brass face twisted into a look of triumph that made my blood boil. He didn't seem bothered by the presence of the Sculptor; in fact, he looked like he was basking in its cold, sterile light. "It’s beautiful, isn't it?" the First Shadow whispered, his violet eyes dancing with a sick, ancient joy. "The return of the Absolute. No more glitches. No more 'Red Blood.' No more love. Just the perfect, unchanging silence of the marble."

“It’s… alive.” The moment her fingers brushed the first page, light erupted from the book, a sphere of gold fire swallowing the chamber. Kael shielded his eyes, shouting her name. When the light dimmed, Lyra was standing at the center of a vision. She saw the first Oathkeeper kneeling before an altar of shadow, his crown shattered at his feet. The Shadow loomed above him, vast, formless, whispering promises of peace and power. “Your people will be safe,” it hissed. “Your kingdom is eternal. Only swear your blood to me.”

One of the elders said One of the oldest elders of the shadow moon packs walked up to the table where the book was and grabbed it. He unwrapped the red linen that the old woman had covered the book with before he continued. He paused for a while as he saw a warning written at the back of the book. "The only one to read out what is in this book must be a gamma from the shadow moonpacks. No one else apart from him should read the book." The book flipped off his hands, and his mouth gaped open.

Ask sinister. Ask sinister. Those words kept ringing in my head all through the night that I could barely sleep. How do I ask that son of a buffalo for an answer when he hated me to the core? I stood up and made my way to the Library to maybe read a book and clear my head. Getting there, no one was around the room. Thank God! Because I couldn't stand to look at any of them. I dragged my fingers through the bookshelf with my eyes tracing the books. Life in space, this could be interesting. I took the book and as I was about to turn, my elbow hit the side of the shelf and something fell out.

I had no doubt that they would smell me behind the tree, but the shadows gave me the advantage of knowing what I was up against before they could see me. The three men stepped out of the woods, one radiated more power than the other two I could immediately tell that he was the Alpha. As I was observing them something strange happened, a blue light engulfed each of them, somewhat surrounding them in different hues. ‘Shadow, why are they glowing?’ I asked worriedly, feeling uneasy by the sudden change, people never glowed before. ‘They are of pure heart, they mean no harm, they are honest and trustworthy.’ she responded in the soothing voice that I have come to love in the few times that I'd h

I finally said as I was passed into Javi’s arms. “I’m so fucking sorry baby, I’m so--” “Shh,” I cut him off. The darkness came again. I was in the dark again, like the time I saw Noora years ago. But there was nothing, just darkness. I tried yelling for someone, but there was nothing. What the hell did this mean? I thought about what Noora said in the first dream, and it all made sense. The prize was the bomb, I knew that now, and I never took my eyes off it, and maybe I was meant to see it through.