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I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

“You’re not part of its time. It shouldn’t see you.” But it did. The Pale One’s hand extended through the memory, its fingers wreathed in shadow and light. The cracked barrier pulsed like a heartbeat, threads of the Vein wrapping around its arm. "You carry the tether. The current answers your call. Will you finish what I began?" The words seared into her mind. Her mark — the soulbound tether on her chest — ignited, golden light bleeding into the surrounding currents. Kael’s grip tightened. “Avery, whatever it’s asking, don’t answer.”

It was large enough that I’d scarcely need to stoop to enter, but beyond was absolute blackness broken only by the great gouts of steam that erupted forth every few times. “Just a wolf den, right, Philomela?” Tristan perched on his heels, his eyes wandering over the scene. Setting my shield on the ground, I glanced to my right at the other woman, seeing that her face was as white as a sheet. “ It is a Shazam of the underworld,” she muttered, then rounded on Tristan . “I will tell Alpha Orion so myself, Tristan will vouch for you that it was madness to enter.” Tristan met my gaze. “It is your choice, Andronika. I won’t force you to go in there.”

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

As her feet drew closer to the door, the low buzz gradually got clearer, transforming into a loud, high-pitched rasping sound. Recalling Kate’s latest bluff, Zia’s eyes widened with suspicion. Was she really going to?… No way! “Hey!” Zia shouted as she fumbled with the door’s lock. Throwing the door open, she jumped backward, just in time to avoid being split in half by her crazy best friend’s chainsaw. “Are you crazy, Kate?!” “Yes, I am. You are driving me crazy!” Kate screamed above the saw’s loud noise. She turned off the saw and Zia’s thumping heart slowly returned to normal. Her wide eyes remained glued to Kate’s furious ones.

Every possible outcome plays out in my head, each one worse than the last. I stare at him, his calculating gaze pinning me in place, the weight of my decisions pressing down on me like a vice. If I had found the money elsewhere, could I have avoided this? Might I still be here, trapped in his suffocating web? No. I wouldn’t be. But now, there’s no escaping. Every door is locked, every path leads back to him. And he knows it. The satisfaction in his eyes says it all.

Levi shouted, slashing at a shadowy tendril that breached the barrier, only for it to reform instantly. The colossal hand lunged, its fingers grazing Autumn’s arm, leaving a searing cold that made her gasp. Her silver light flared instinctively, blasting the hand back, but the effort sent her to her knees, the curse’s pain intensifying. The altar behind her glowed brighter, its runes pulsing in time with her heartbeat, as if awakening to her presence. The voice in her mind—her mother’s, or something older—whispered again: The bond is the key. Without it, the power will consume you.

Another began undoing the fastenings of his shirt. Santa stepped back, clutching his clothes. “Wait, wait. What exactly happens in there?” Kieran’s tone was flat, as though reciting something he’d explained too many times. “The heat and the herbs will draw out resistance, confusion, fear. It clears your head, strips away distractions. Without it, the bond will falter, maybe even fail.” Santa’s mouth went dry. “Fail? That’s… possible?” “It has happened.” Kieran’s eyes flickered toward him, unreadable. “But don’t worry. If the bond fails, the master usually disposes of the feeder and tries again with another.”

“I’ll find you. I’ll bring you home. And I will slaughter anyone who dares touch what’s mine.” The bond pulsed once, faint but alive. Bella. Hold on. I was coming.