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“What are you doing? Kill the thing!” Kendra’s eyes locked with the zombie’s as a wave of energy moved from it to her. She somehow knew what it was thinking and feeling. Its lips weren’t moving, but it’s voice was clear in her head as it asked her what she was. She wasn’t a human, but she also wasn’t one of them. The walking dead creature was completely baffled. As was she. Darting past her with superhuman speed, Rex drove a knife into the zombie’s skull.

The worst it could do was mess with my civil service exam, but I'd already signed up for an animation program at college. I wasn't planning on going down that path anyway. My last comic project had spin-offs that brought in enough for me to get by. When Alice saw we weren't reacting, she dropped to her knees. "Please, I'm begging you, save them—and save me. I don't want to end up on the streets." I looked down and met her gaze. "I'm only two years older than you. No way I could have a kid your age." Helena helped Grandma back to her room, leaving Alice and me in the living room.

he continues humorlessly. There's danger swirling in the eyes that stare right into mine, but I'm too lost to care. The hybrids would never use claws. It's not their motto. I turn to a surprised Ryan and take the folder right off his hands. Every file has a picture of each family member, I flip through the pages until my shaking fingers hold a tiny frame of teenage Kieran. Three scars slice the right side of his face, from eyebrow to cheekbone. The scar is deep but small. I raise to eye level and inspect it closer.

“Yes, it’s time you are marked as an official member.” “Yeah, Dad’s gift is cool and all, but I got you something that is just for us,” Kai states as he repeats Dad's move with the shadows. When his shadows disappear, there is a black book with old-looking pages. “It’s a blood-bound journal that only we can use. I figured it would be cool for us to keep in touch while you are in the human realm.” “Thank you, Kai,” I reply with a smile, taking the book in my free hand.

Then, I saw what he did next, and it was pure madness. He laid the child Susie had given birth to right next to my body and cranked the sauna to an unbearable 180 degrees. My eyes were wide open in shock. Chester was trying to cook himself alive! The most shocking thing was that Chester, out of pure selfishness, had actually suffocated Susie's own child. I could only watch as the child was transformed into a mummy, just as I had been. At that moment, Chester pretended to scream, "Oh, my baby!"

Then again, my life wasn’t normal. “As far as what I know about hybrids,” CLAIRE continued, “I know the brainwashing bullshit that VEXX teaches, and I know my own experiences. But I’m trying to find something in one of these books to back up any of what I think is true. We should keep at it.” Apparently, she wasn’t going to tell me her theories. I opened an ancient tome—so old that the pages were elegantly scribed by an individual rather than a machine. The artwork caught my attention first. In the section header was a drawing of a person with a wolf’s head. I read the passage below and sucked in a shallow breath.

They're old, no doubt but kept in sync and the condition of them was really good. As I was looking, one caught my eye—a thick volume bound in cracked leather. When I pulled it out, the cover bore the same mirrored-flame symbol, pressed in faint silver… My heart throbbed and Kira stirred. ‘Open it, Val.’ She whispered, eagerly waiting. Slowly, I glanced at Caroline who stood at a respectful distance, thankfully. I opened the book with tight breaths. Pages of the ancient script were indecipherable, but the illustrations sent a chill down my spine.

Suzanne then told Javier Kaiser’s parting words, telling him that the abnormality he was sensing were signs of the world’s great change. Javier frowned as she added, “My boss also told me over the phone that he sent you a copy of…something. I don’t know what it is.” She handed his phone to him, and Javier unlocked it with a retinal scan. There, in his special mail app, he saw a notification about receiving Kaiser’s document. It looked…ancient. Mystical too, like a spellbook of the past. The name of the book was straight out of the occult naming convention too: The Grimoire of Five.

I gave him a weak smile, relief washing over me at the sight of him unharmed. “You did well,” the goddess murmured as she finished her healing. “Rest for a moment.” But I shook my head, urgency tightening my throat. “The book,” I said hoarsely. “The one Kia’s father mentioned. Something about a guide on how to train Kia's dormant powers. Do you know about it?” The goddess studied me for a moment before snapping her fingers. In an instant, a large, leathered book appeared in her grasp and she held it out to me.

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.