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"I just want to leave." Alpha Marcus stepped into the room, and I caught the scent of his exhaustion mixed with something else, fear. "The rogues know where you are now, Ruby. Your shift, combined with your seer abilities manifesting... they'll be able to track you for miles." As if summoned by his words, another vision flashed before my eyes. Red eyes in the darkness. Massive wolves with matted fur and cruel smiles. And leading them, a figure I still couldn't quite make out, but whose presence filled me with bone-deep terror.

“Though I’d thought she’d grown into something quite lovely. And I....was a young-Harbinger, a strange creature amongst her kind. I was isolated and bitter and didn’t know where I came from. Or why I was dealt the lot I was.” “What is a Harbinger?” She queried. “A form of law for their kind. Something which is trained to be ferocious.” “Are there many?” “There are few Harbingers. And they are feared. Children never played with me. Men didn’t willingly chat with me and women averted their eyes to avoid peering at me, except for the occasional one looking for a short adventure.” And Nim. “It sounds like a perilously lonely existence.” Almora remarked. “I was long used to that when Nim found me

Not with brute force, but with absolute purpose. You are entropy, Jack communicated directly to the creature's alien consciousness. You are ending. But I am beginning. I am growth and change and tomorrow. And you. Don't. Belong. Here. The Harbinger convulsed. Its darkness rippled. For one eternal moment, the fundamental forces of creation and destruction locked in combat. Then the Harbinger screamed again—this time in defeat—and tore itself free of Earth's dimension. Reality snapped back into place. The lights came on across Manhattan.

The mark on my wrist glowed, soft at first, then brighter, threads of light spiraling up my arm like veins of fire. When I spoke, the words weren’t entirely mine. They came from somewhere deeper ancient and cold, a place between heartbeat and silence. “I am the Harbinger,” I said, voice echoing through the cavern. “Bearer of the Moon’s flame. I do not bow to shadow or to god. My blood is oath, my light is blade, and I swear upon both this night, none shall take what is mine.” The mark flared. A surge of power shot through the floor, rippling outward like an earthquake. The walls hummed, the runes on the altar blazing to life after centuries of sleep.

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

The mixture of cold, excruciating pain and fear was finally enough for the darkness to swallow me like a midnight snack. •●• February 27th, 2000 A strange rhythmic beeping sound makes its way into my ears. Making the darkness I have been drowning in slip away. I can comprehend a thought again. How I missed talking to myself in my mind so much. Wait a second, weren't I supposed to be playing harp with the angles by now or playing barbecue with the fire of hell? Or wait, am I in an in-between world? "Doctor, quickly. She is regaining brain activity!", I hear a really pitchy voice call out with a tone that sounds near to a mixture of surprise and excitement.

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

From the Hallow. The shadows in the cabin stretch toward me, curling around the table legs, reaching for the book like hungry fingers. The air thickens, humming with ancient power. Jason steps back. “Brad… what’s happening?” I ignore him. My eyes lock on the prophecy. The ink glows faintly, the same silver‑blue I saw in Raven’s flames. I read the words silently, letting them sink into me like fire. Born of dual flame. Child of shadow and light.

“Give it back, or I’ll destroy you.” A chunk of earth ripped from the ground and came hurling at me. I dodged, barely. “Stop running!” she screamed. “Face me!” Wind blasted from her fingertips, yanking me from cover and throwing me out into the open. And then, just as I struggled to my feet, the Harbinger stepped out from the shadows again. His eyes gleamed with something sinister. He smiled. “To pass this trial…” he said slowly, “…you have to kill her.”

I demanded. Xander stepped close to me and looked into my eyes, his expression serious. "You know that the clinic burning down wasn't an isolated incident, just like this vampire's murder wasn't an isolated incident either. Before you go, we have to put a stop to whoever is hunting us, or else you will be hunted down and killed." He sighed. "If Raven said—" "How did you know her name?" I demanded, amazed that he had known exactly who I was talking about. He shrugged. "Raven is an extraordinary witch. If she says you have a wolf that's dormant, then you can take it to the bank."