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’ He rushed off, leaving me to laugh at his retreating figure. ‘Think he figured it out?’ I wondered. ‘He’s a smart guy, if he didn’t already, he will.’ Shadow smiled and once again I was left staring at the clearing before me. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, the cool night air bringing me serenity, but when I opened my eyes, the picture I saw before was gone.

Leo’s POV ‘You can survive this, you’re old enough this time.’ My chest raised and fell with each heavy breath I took. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t protect you this time.’ ‘Shadow? What the hell is going on? Who are these people?’ ‘They call themselves doctors, but they’re not.’ ‘Why are they doing this.’ ‘I wish I knew.’ Suddenly my eyelids were pried open, causing Shadow to retreat back into the depths of my mind.

"What about Shadow?" I had hardly finished speaking when he started to shake his head in the negative. "Nah, it can't be him. My people traced the time of the attack and it coincided with the time of our attack, and that would have simply been too big for him to pull off while the attack was going on. Shadow is powerful but even he has his limits." He explains. I thought about it and grudgingly agreed. We burst out through the entrance doors, and Ethan was pleasantly surprised when I went for the handle to the door. "What are you doing?"

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Cole explained and Adam listened attentively. “What?” Adam curiously asked while looking for the hidden meaning. “At certain times of the day, the shadows make it look like Medusa and the smile on it turns ominous if you stare at it for too long,” Mr. Cole responded. Adam tried to see it and found it. “The fountain was doomed to spend centuries in different storages before my great grandfather bought it in an auction in Greece. It has been in the family since,” Mr. Cole concluded and the two of them kept on staring at the fountain. Adam suddenly remembered that he was there for a job. He hurried to the car and pulled out his bags. He hadn’t taken his client very seriously but his views had d

The drive to the Shadow Howlers Pack was less than an hour. Bianca sat quietly, holding Gunnar's hand. She hoped he would continue being kind once they were on his lands. "Are you okay?" He asked, raising her hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. "I'm just nervous. You don't have a problem with me being so young, do you? I'm not as mature as you are, and I don't want your pack to treat me like a kid." Bianca looked at him, and he shook his head.

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

At the annual industry summit, right after I wrapped up my keynote, I was about to slip away to the lounge when a stooped figure stepped in my way. It was Wade. His hair had gone gray, and his jacket was so washed out it was almost white, a stark contrast to the sharp suits all around us. "Ms. Jones, can you do me a solid for old time's sake? I'm fresh out of jail and can't even score a decent meal." I stared at him, my mind reeling a bit. I could almost see the ghost of his past self, all puffed up with the dream of taking down the Jones Group.

“Camilia, this isn’t a courtroom debate or a contract negotiation. People are going to die tonight. Good people, bad people, people who just happened to be in the wrong place.” “Including you?” “Including me.” The matter-of-fact way he said it sent ice through her chest. She had grown up around lawyers and judges, people who dealt with life-and-death situations on paper. But this was different. This was someone she cared about walking into actual gunfire for her family. “There has to be another way.” “We have been over this. The Shadow organization has been planning their war for thirty years. They’re not going to negotiate, and they’re not going to just release the prisoners out of kindness

he praised. I pressed my lips into a thin line. "Don’t be jealous." "I’m not jealous," I protested. "She joined the Shadow Knight organization before me." "Before you?" He nodded. "We’re the same age, but she got there when she was ten, and I when I was fifteen," he said. "That’s too young." God knows how they make them the way they are. I don’t want to know. "A knight is never too young—my grandfather used to say that."