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--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

"It's magic, Kylie." The stone reflected off the light; it hadn't before. My brow furrowed as I leaned forward and captured it in my hand. Kyle and Beck caught the change as well and came closer to investigate. It now had Harley's initials, H.G.R., inscribed on it in the same golden calligraphy as on the box. Ok, I got the H-Harley and like the R-Reins. "What's the G stand for?" Harley opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get a word out, Kyle, whose chest was so tight we could see the outline of his undershirt, beat her to it. "Gail."

I would like to introduced you guys to your biological mother and tell you what makes sure special and what will make you even more powerful and how you will be able to train and control your powers when you start to unlock more of your abilities, let’s start with the youngest Peyton let me introduce to you your mother the person who has watched over you all your life who has watched you suffer and struggle like she did when we was growing up because she didn’t have anyone willing to help her control her powers until she was your age and he saved he your mother is Artemis or Diana goddess of the Hunt, the Maiden, your draw and harness your energy from her and during the wax moon your repres

“I’ll say. I heard the rumors, but I didn’t think they were true. Though there was no way my Harley bear would find his mate and not tell his gran about it.” Harley’s face reddened even more. His gran? “I’ve been meaning to come by, but I wasn’t really sure how to explain the situation,” Harley said sheepishly. “You mean the fact that she has multiple mates?” The woman said, a bit of amusement in her tone. “Is it true then? Is she the Moon Queen reincarnated?” Harley opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it, unsure of what to say exactly. I could tell he was uncomfortable with this topic, and I couldn’t blame him. It was about me and they were acting like I wasn’t even there.

Two tips, two paths, drawing something she couldn't see. "What are you drawing?" she asked. "A circle. With a claw inside it." "The Hollow symbol." "Not anymore." He kissed her shoulder. "Now it's just a circle. And a claw. And whatever we want it to mean." She smiled. Closed her eyes. The bond hummed. Somewhere underground, Harlan was in a meeting about the seventh chair, and he could feel them through the bond, the afterglow, the warmth, and his response was a pulse of love and amusement and a little bit of jealousy that she felt like a warm hand on her cheek.

“Her name is Hazel. She was banished from the pack months ago. I need to know where she is—exactly where she is.” The spies looked at each other most likely exchanging their thoughts with just their eyes, but the alpha couldn’t be sure that’s what they were doing. One of them stepped forward. “Do you have any pictures of her, Alpha? Or any information that could help us narrow down the search?” Ryder nodded and then went to a drawer in his desk. He took out several pictures, all of which were of Hazel at various stages of her life. Ryder passed the pictures over to the men, his hands shaking.

Harley turned to face Jack, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, you're the new guy?" "Yes, my name is Jack Napier," he said, his smile softening the sharp lines of his face. "My name is Harleen Quinn, but my friends call me Harley," she replied, extending a hand. Her friend now stood beside her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Harley, we've got to go." Her friend pointed toward the old metal clock mounted in the stairwell, its hands ticking steadily toward the hour. "Well, I have to go," Harley said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

Tony walked past Dillon to make his way to Harley, full name: Harley Quinn. Sue him. His back to him, Tony motioned over his shoulder for Dillon to follow. He heard Dillon pivot again in his direction then jog to catch up. As he rounded the corner to the side of the building where Harley was parked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack with his lips. In the same motion, he flipped open his zippo to light up. It had been a bit since he had had one, so that first drag had him beyond relieved.

The conversation was light and friendly as I stepped around to her side of the table. Harley looked up at me. Her blue eyes, normally bright and almost aquamarine in the day, were like sapphires at night. Her tanned skin was covered in swirling dark tattoos and her lips were dark red. “Charlie!” Harley got to her feet and threw her arms around my shoulders. She gave me a tight squeeze before stepping back and looking me over. “You look hot as hell tonight, girl. You come straight from work?” I put my helmet down on the table and nodded. “You know it. Need some help?”

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.