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“We gather at the binding site. Channel our certainty into the fundamental structure of reality. Force all timelines to conform to our truths.” “That sounds dangerous,” Maya observed. “It is,” Atlas agreed. “If we’re wrong about our truths, if our certainty wavers even slightly, we could make things worse. Could fracture reality beyond repair.” “Then don’t waver,” I said firmly. “You know who you are. What you believe. Hold onto that. Let everything else fall away.” We traveled to the ancient stone circle as the sun set. The three Guardians prepared while the rest of us watched from a safe distance.

Bridget says. “Lucy is rolling in her grave,” Kesly says. “She is,” Bridget laughs and laughs. I get it now, and I start to laugh. Fate is funny. The doors to the room shake. “Everyone to dorms. Group leaders shut the doors,” Marcella orders. She starts pushing me toward the dorms. We get the door closed, but the pounding and shaking doesn’t stop. “What is happening?” I ask Bridget. “Something is trying to get into the safe room. The shaking is a warning. As they break layers of protection alarms will start to sound,” Bridget explains.

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The shapeshifter's gaze softens almost imperceptibly as it lands on Eden. Our boy, usually so boisterous, is uncharacteristically quiet, clinging to my leg. "I see," she says, her voice losing some of its edge. "And what makes you think you'll find safety here?" "We've heard rumors," I say cautiously, "of a neutral territory. A place where different species coexist peacefully. We hoped..." I then made up, crossing my fingers for the shapeshifter to believe me.

“You’re fighting. About me. Because I said ‘it’s okay.’ But it’s not okay. I lied. I was sad. I was scared you forgot. Like 3 AM. But 3 AM is night. 3 PM is day. I thought day was safe. But you didn’t come. So maybe safe isn’t real. Like monsters. Monsters are real. Safe isn’t.” _Silence._ Adrian made that sound again. Broken. Stood up. Walked to Alex. Knelt. Again. “Safe is real,” Adrian said. Voice raw. 102 BPM. “I broke it today. Me. Not work. Not CEO. Me. And I’ll spend every day from now until you’re 50 fixing it. But you don’t lie for me. Ever. Not about sad. Not about scared. Not about 3 PM. You yell. You cry. You hate me. But you don’t say ‘it’s okay’ when it’s not. Promise me.”

Clarity said slowly. "Exactly. You would have been certain. Absolutely convinced. The solidity of matter would have seemed like an unquestionable truth. And then it became questionable. Reality itself became uncertain. So when you tell me now that the trees are real, that they're solid, that they definitely exist, you're assuming that what seems impossible now will remain impossible. You're trusting that reality will continue behaving the way it currently behaves. But you've just witnessed reality changing its fundamental rules. So how certain can you really be?" The discomfort grew. Faces showed worry, confusion, and resistance.

Dominik opened his social accounts and was welcomed by videos of shifters all over Petroit city during full moons. His brows knit. He scrolled more. Secret recordings, he concluded. Men, women and youngsters from different packs shifted as they howled to the moon. [I still can't believe that these creatures are not a myth. We're no longer safe with these things roaming free among us.] He read a comment in one of the videos where a young woman was recorded in the shifting phase.

It makes him grimace and add, "Okay, so... some of them eat demons, but I'm sure this will be perfectly safe for you." "I better fucking hope so since I might be pregnant!" "True," Thail scratches his chin. "To be on the safe side, why don't you stay inside the cave, and I walk out? I will shape-shift, and if I act weird, you hide, okay?" A shudder sweeps down my spine, and my gut warns me about the danger, yet I say, "Okay." I better survive this...

He packs quite the appeal. I clear my throat, breaking the trance. He steps back with a smirk. He retrieves blankets from his saddlebag and lays them out by the water. I sit beside him, soaking in the view. "You're so unaffected by this threat," I say, staring out into the vast, open space ahead. "Is it because you're a shifter? You aren't afraid?" Ambrose shrugs. "We've fought humans in the past and won. Whoever is behind this plot isn't smart enough to send a shifter assassin, which makes me think they don't know the truth."

"Still think I'm crazy?" I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The world I knew shattered like glass, and I was falling through the pieces into something dark and dangerous and utterly terrifying. "No." The word came out broken. "No, this isn't real. This can't be" "It's real." He shifted back to human in seconds, but I'd seen it. Couldn't unsee it. "And you need to accept it fast, because when you shift, you'll need control. Without it, without training, you could hurt someone. Yourself. Your mother."

“Shifting is normal for most women at this stage. I do recommend that you avoid shifting in your third trimester, however, just to be safe. But right now, it’s perfectly fine for the baby.” “Okay.” I’m relieved again, and beginning to feel my energy return. I turn to the burned-out forest, and my breath gets caught in my throat. It’s exactly like the vision. Now I just have to figure out what it means to have purple flowers in the sunset, and a bright blue sky. I turn to Cassian, and he draws me into his arms. Everything feels right again there, safe, protected, his strong heartbeat thrumming against my chest like the rhythm of my whole world.