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“You told me Seraphina’s return confused you. You said you needed to figure things out.” “I was being responsible.” “Were you?” The room felt smaller. Three days ago, I believed I had control. Seraphina’s return reopened old wounds, yes but it didn’t mean I didn’t care about Isla. Isla. Her name felt different now. Lucian placed a file on my desk. “You should know who she really is.” “I know who she is.” “Do you?” I opened it. Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale. Heir to Crescent Moon Pack.

Bring her back to me. The spell culminated in its crescendo when the forest held its breath. Silver light cloaked Krishna and pulsed, taking on a faint green glow that flickered from deep within her chest. Her body arched, curving her back like a lightning jolt. Then she screamed.

Steve smiled at her unconscious coquettish action. “But I want to taste them now.” Carla pouted as she quickly finished the last rolls in the box while licking her oily lips. “You have to have enough space in your stomach for the food at the beach.” Steve teased with a smile on his face. If he had known that the way to her heart was through food, He would have taken that route sooner.

"What do you want with me? Are you looking to die?" Silas chuckled darkly, taking a slow step toward her. "Scream all you want. No one's coming to save you. You'd be better off serving us. If you're good, we'll let you go." As he spoke, he patted her face with his hand. Zoey spat in his face, her breath quick with fear but refusing to back down. "I'm Jonathan Sinclair's fiancee. If you touch me, you'll regret it!" Silas wiped his face, his eyes narrowing with anger. "How dare you spit on me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Good. I run to Aleister’s side and turn him to face me. He looks at me with sheer terror in his eyes. I lean into his ear, my voice a deathly whisper, “You know, when humans willingly give us their blood, it is unwise to rape and kill their children, Aleister” I thrust my hand into his chest, my claws tearing easily through his flesh and wrapping around his beating heart. His eyes widen in panic as I squeeze the life-giving organ. “May Nyx have no mercy on your soul” I say as I tear out his heart.

She had Ivy’s face, but her eyes were the eyes of the original Eleonora Moretti. “Hello, my darling child,” the Silver Mother said, her voice a chorus of a million souls. “Thank you for bringing me the Architect. I’ve been so hungry for a new heart.” If the Silver Mother has Ivy’s face, who was the original model for the Prize? And as the countdown on Ivy’s arm hits zero, who is the "New Heart" that must be sacrificed—Dante, or the daughter they’ve been chasing through eighteen layers of lies? (Watch out for Chapter 86)

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

Hanging two dresses in the air for Elvira to assess, I turned to her direction while she sat quietly in my vanity, mixing my face and body moisturizer as I got ready for the night. "Hm, I think both of them would look flattering on you. Earlier this day, two big silver boxes arrived at my doorstep, revealing sparkly dresses of contrasting colors when I opened them. “I don’t think so. I have never worn dresses like these before.” Even at this point, I can't bring myself to accept the fact that they are for me. Elvira closed the lid of one of the fragrant moisturizers silently. “Now is your time then.” On my right hand rests a beautiful red-black gown with a thigh-high split that exudes quiet

Elise glued their beaks and put them into the cage once again using her powers. Priestess Nehes was so furious with her. Elise returned the pair of ears of each one and cast a spell on her opponent. Their spells seemed to be the same as a silver spark appeared between them. Usually, when they threw spells at each other, there were red or green or gold sparks especially when they blocked or had a shield on. Elise knew it could happen that way when two opponents cast the same spell. It would neither misfire nor attack an opponent but meet halfway and thus created a silver spark. High Priestess Nefer’s knowledge informed her of this fact.

Her smile says she’s already won. And the third— I suck in a breath. He’s watching me. Not Caleb. Me. His eyes are silver-gray, old and searching. No anger, no hunger. Just… recognition. Caleb feels me tense. “Do you know him?” “No,” I whisper. “But he knows me.” The silver-eyed Alpha steps closer, stopping just at the edge. “Evelyn Hart,” he calls out, his voice clear as daylight. “Daughter of Selene Hart. Bearer of the First Wolf’s mark.”