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But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

They were forming a circle around the group, their movements synchronized with Alaric’s breathing. ​“They’re listening,” Caleb hissed, his voice low. “The Shadows. They’re feeding on the truth.” ​“Let them listen!” Silas paced, his silver eyes flashing. “If this is a disease, we find a cure. We go to the heart of the Abyss, we find the origin of the parasite, and we cut it out.” ​“You can’t cut out your own blood, Silas,” Elara whispered. ​Finn, meanwhile, had wandered into the back of the library. He had found a mirror that wasn't a silver mirror, but a Void-Mirror a black, liquid surface that didn't reflect the room. Finn stared into it, his face turning ghostly pale.

His words were a confusing jumble of mythology and logistics. I shook my head violently, trying to pull away, convinced the trauma had broken his mind. “The Shadow Canyons are an illusion! King Demetrius’s territory, it’s impenetrable! That’s madness!” “Only the ignorant are blocked! He is trapped! The Hunters are closing in, Esmeralda! And he needs this path to breathe!” Silas jammed the obsidian talisman directly into my palm, forcing my fingers to close around it. It was cool and smooth, but as my skin touched it, a faint, almost musical thrum vibrated through me, settling strangely right into the pale, silver-white scars on my arm. I flinched, pulling my hand back and staring at the obje

Lia’s breath caught in her throat as the figure stepped forward, his form familiar even in the dim light. **Silas.** For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Silas stood there, his black cloak billowing in the wind, his expression cold and calculating. His eyes flickered over the group of rebels, but it was Lia he focused on. His gaze was like ice, piercing through her, as if he could see through every mask, every lie. “You’ve come to the heart of it all, haven’t you?” Silas’s voice was smooth, filled with an eerie calm. “The Heart is mine. It was always meant to be mine. And now, here you are, playing at being the savior.”

How could I know what was a lie when the foundation, something as simple as his last name, was a lie? The world around me crumbled. The room turned into just shadows of people, with whispers across the air. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my head snapped up to look at them; it was Cleo. I could see her lips moving but there was no sound. I looked over at the stage to see his eyes on me. He was still talking to the crowd, probably explaining everything, but I couldn’t hear anything that was being said. His face softened with apologetic eyes at me, and I wobbled to my feet. He twitched like he wanted to come to me but couldn’t.

As the warmth of the old bond threatened to dissolve the beautiful, protective frost around my heart, my inner shadow wolf let out a loud, terrifying roar deep within my mind. “Never again,” she hissed. The silver signet ring on my finger turned white-hot against my skin. With a sharp, downward swing of my right hand, I unleashed a wave of solid obsidian shadow, slicing it directly through the center of the glowing golden thread.

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" I felt my muscles shaking and my body hurting, but my will was stronger than my fear. Chains shot out and wrapped more tightly around the Shadowed Moon. Sparks flew as red and silver hit each other in a storm that tore the forest apart. I pushed my hands forward as hard as I could. The Shadowed Moon roared as liquid silver hit silver light, making a storm that shook the ground below us. Then it happened. The Shadowed Moon pulsed again, but this time it was in the dark, a void of molten black silver with energy whirling around like a storm of fire and shadows. I could feel its evil pushing into my soul. The Heart of Darkness, its last secret power, had been shown. "Selene, we can't win if y

Her blue eyes bled back into a deep, swirling violet. "Mommy?" she asked, her voice returning to that eerie, calm tone. "Yes, shadow?" "Can I keep the shiny man’s shadow now? I caught it while he was kneeling." She opened her tiny hand. Inside her palm, a small, wriggling piece of black silk—literal shadow-matter—was trapped. It was a piece of Silas’s soul. Killian let out a sharp, surprised laugh, picking her up and kissing her forehead. "Keep it, Princess," he grinned. "Consider it a souvenir for your first successful lie."