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The stars are coming. “Mikael…” she murmured softly. “Think we can save him?” “What?” “He… He used to be a Lycan. He knew Ariadne. He’s been taken over-” “Peggy,” he whispered. She looked at him. His face was serious in a way that made her heart ache. “I think we need to think of him like he’s a rogue.” “But-” “I know,” Mikael murmured. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming.

Then, I notice the reason for Holden’s discomfort. Several people are in a heated discussion around the altar. I recognize Alpha Michael, Beta Nick, Gamma Rhys, Delta Sally, and Olivier. One of the men is wearing grey robes and a long metal chain around his neck, which tell me he’s a Moonseer, a werewolf priest. He would be the one leading the service today. We approach the altar, and I’m horrified by what I see. Stones are overturned, and ancient symbols are smeared with paint. And there, right in the middle, is a crude representation of a DNA helix. It’s like a mockery of our most sacred beliefs.

Max started smiling mischievously as I raised my eyebrows. "I'm Alpha Logan from the Moonlight," I said in demanding voice. "And who are you? Mae had shrunk back into my mate, who was kinda smiling at the fact her sister messed up. It was cute watching her stumble back. "Excuse me, Alpha. Mae Cathedral from the Moonfall pack. Daughter of gamma, Damien Cathedral." She bowed her head in respect. "And you?" I looked past Mae, towards my mate. She looked down at the ground, still stay behind Mae. She spoke softly, not making eye contact.

"We use your crystal." Mia gulped down a spoon full of soup, not even noticing the sad look on Estelle's face as she set bread beside the fallen coven leader's bone-thin hand. Once inside the pavilion, safely tucked into our area and behind wards, Mia shed the heavy cloak hiding her from me. She looked even more emaciated than before, the light showing the thin veins running under her near-transparent skin, the way her eyes sank into dark pits, two shining blue lights the only sign she was in there.

Mikael smiled briefly then threw the gun calmly, letting go of his only weapon. “Kneel to me!” Hernandez shouted angrily. He walked closer while still aiming his gun. Mikael dropped to his knees—kneeling in front of Hernandez while raising his hands, when he saw someone hiding behind the door of the main room of his mansion—a person who was always on his mind. Mikael dropped his gaze on that woman—allowing himself to dissolve into the eyes that always made him sink into hopeful illusions. Once again, Mikael fell for the owner of those eyes again—a woman who gave him the greatest hope in his life but also became the one who broke his heart the most.

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

“You are an amazing woman, my love.” The young hybrid male, Mikhail, takes the unknown female’s hand and steps forward. I arch a brow when he stops in front of me. “Lucifer, we’re here to help your mate.” I bow my head humbly before I turn my gaze to the young Seraphim female. Her mouth gapes open as she takes me in. Mikhail nudges her shoulder and says, “This is my mate, Nevaeh. Her father is Mathias, the head of the Council.”

But I recognized him instantly. Justin. The Snow Moon Pack’s Second Son. Twenty-nine. Oscar-winning actor. Nation’s obsession. Women worshipped him. Men envied him. A werewolf idol dressed in Hollywood polish. But I knew him better than most. And I did not need a spotlight to see him for what he truly was. “Mia, how could you?” Lilith cried out, her voice trembling with righteous pain. “If you have a problem with me, fine—but why hurt the people around me?”

He looks at the empty chair next to him and smiles when he sees the paper that has Gabriel's doodles all over it during his earlier phone conversation. Malaki lets his eyes roam the room, and they land on the wall that has pictures of Michael and his family on the day they became Alpha of River Pack. Malaki walks closer and looks at a young Michael. He looks at the picture above it and sees Michael's father on the day he became Alpha. Malaki looks at the picture next to Michael, the picture of himself and Gabriel, the day they became Alpha's of River Thorn Pack. And below their picture is their beautiful Luna, Justin. He looks so beautiful, so handsome! Malaki thought, and his eyes moved to