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He put his arm around me, and Earl stood at the doorway, arms folded. “Seems that before your dad pulled that stunt on the highway he tried to come on to our Packlands.” I nodded, not surprised. “He hiked on to the south side of our borders. He came across one of our border patrol. Art was young, and new, and still in training. Your dad surprised him.” I felt as if someone dumped a cup of cold water over my head. “Was?” I asked in a small voice. “You dad attacked him,” Wyatt said softly. “Art didn’t survive his injuries. Your dad used a weapon dipped in wolfsbane. If he was a wolf, he would have died instantly. As it was, he survived for a few hours.”

Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay. Hunter crawled over to her as she smiled shyly and Hunter peppered kisses on her belly slowly making his way up. He was kissing her sweetly while mumbling how much he loves her and her future self was beaming with happiness. Hunter had a scar on his eyebrow. Silvia jerked back to reality. Her eyes went wide as saucers. She had a vision in which she and Hunter were together. How was that possible?

“That is the willow dragon. Of my own design, I had the clay dragons made to look like it. I had the tattoo done many years ago when I knew that was as close as I would ever get to you.” Quinn said, then stood when she slipped to his side on the bed. He went into the bathroom to start a shower. Quinn looked at her and smiled. Willow stood and came into the bathroom with him.

She handed it to me with a quiet, fierce pride. I looked at the image. It was the five of us Dante, Silas, Willa, Leo, and myself, standing on the terrace of the Nexus. But she hadn't painted us as we were. She had painted us as we felt. We weren't figures of power or shadows of greed; we were figures of light, our edges blurred into the vibrant colors of the city we had saved. There were no guns in the painting. No vaults. No encrypted terminals. Just the five of us, standing in the center of a world that we had finally made right. "It’s finished, Julian," Willa said, her eyes bright with a fierce clarity. "The 'Blood Audit' is a relic. The 'Art of Falling' is a foundation. This... this is

"Are you alright?" Leonardo asked as he placed a cup of hot cocoa beside Hazel while smiling approvingly at the art she painted. "It's beautiful. What inspired such a painting?" he asked as he sat beside her on the rooftop. The painting was of a red flower with a diamond hanging in its middle. Surrounding the flower were countless werewolves howling towards the bright full moon.

"I thought this would be more meaningful. The Black family is very important to my pack." Carlos cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sorry, Lucas. But this design… it looks like you're bonding with an heir of the Black family, not with Miss Sophia." "It's fine," Lucas said coldly. "Sophia doesn't mind. Right, Sophie?" I held the drawing, studying the intricate details of Willow's family crest. It was a beautiful design. Every detail was perfect. "Did Willow design this?" I asked. Lucas nodded. "She's very talented."

“And yours. Should keep the vamp scum down for long enough to stake them. It’s spell work, essentially – the sigils, once inside the body, will hold them frozen in place, unable to fight back.” “The sigils?” I asked, eyebrows raised. The crowd parted enough for me to slip through, eager to inspect the detailed work. Lines and shapes had been scored into each tiny bullet, circles and crosses and arches interlinking to create archaic shapes. Beside me, Sierra hummed her quiet approval. “An old friend of mine up in Lywnedd has a particular talent for carving. I gave her the notes you two shared with us, and she managed to create these.”

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

I ask warily. "I don't know," Willow says as she turns to look at me. "I don't know whose side she is on." "Why did you take the job?" I ask her quietly. "We could have gone into hiding." Willow snorts with laughter. "Faris will never stop hunting me. I cannot ask you to leave your pack." Brushing her hair off of her shoulder, I look at the mark that is slowly healing on her neck. I have never seen one quite like it. It is a crescent moon with a bright star in the center. Willow shutters as my fingers run over the mark.

“I want to go back home. I really miss my family, I haven't seen them in two years but I can’t go back now. Willow answered truthfully. Abigail nodded like she understood her reason for not wanting to go back to her family the way she was and maybe she did, “Your family and your best friend can help you in destroying Harrison, you know that right?” Willow nodded, "I know that but that's not what I want. I want to destroy him with my own hands” Willow's eyes turned red with hate as she imagined wrapping her arms around Harrison and choking him to death. Oh, what sort of happiness she would feel from watching his eyes as he choked. He would be angry at first, try to command her to let him go s