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“I just don’t want you to forget anything. You know how Alpha Ralph can get if something happens to you.” “I’m fine.” I didn’t miss the way she always regarded me like there was something on the tip of her tongue. But she never said it. And tonight, I was too crossed about Daemon to even bring it up. “Goodnight, Annie.” The door closed behind her, just as I moved into the stone-walled bathroom. Lena had already prepared a bath, so it was easy to scrub the evening dirt off my body. After a few minutes, I got out with a robe wrapped around my body and my face staring at the huge mirror by the sink.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

Blair threw the bottle of the champagne on the mirror of her vanity and the mirror broke into a thousand pieces. White knuckles from clenching her fist too hard, and gritted teeth from an effort to remain silent, her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Her face was red with suppressed rage. The wet, desolate streets of the city rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the portholes shimmered by the glow of the bright, yellow street lamps. The small, green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong breeze hit them.

Silence is everywhere. Suddenly Ebony screams and jumps to her feet. Oh my goodness, Blake is going to kill me now. ‘You did it. Celeste you did it. You healed him.’ Her shouts of joy and thanks finally allow me to open my eyes. Bleiz has opened his eyes and sat up. He is licking ebony and she giggles happily whilst stroking under his chin. I fall on to my bum on the floor and just sit. I watch the happy threesome laugh and play in the grass and my heart fills to the brim with joy. But not everyone was so lucky. Who else, other than White Claw, have we lost today?

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

Quickly getting up in disbelief, he got dressed, but his back hurt. He walked up to the mirror in the room and looked at what had caused it. There were black claw marks on his back that were pulsing, and it confused him. He looked at Mayom, that was still asleep on the bed, and frowned. What did he do to him? He sat down on the edge of the bed trying to recall what they did last night, but the more he tried to think about it, the stronger his headache grew. Melnais was a master of the dark. Not evil, not connected to the demonic world, but when night came, he was its master.

"Is it really that bad?" ​"It's pretty bad," Nina teased playfully. "Upstairs. Now. Go." ​Twenty minutes later, Liana stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a blanket of warm steam. ​The hot water had done wonders, washing away the lingering smell of stale club air and the terrifying weight of the night. The bruise along her cheekbone still throbbed with a dull, steady ache, but feeling clean made her feel human again. ​She walked into her room, carefully draping the heavy charcoal jacket over the back of a chair. She stared at it for a long beat, her fingers briefly tracing the fine, expensive wool, before pulling her eyes away.

Not a single sign of life outside, with the lights in almost all the houses put out. Almost all, because there's that few rebellious homes that stay up till way past midnight. Lior promised that there's a car waiting for us just outside the borders which according to my calculations, shouldn't be any further from here now. Then, like a phantom conjured from the shadows between the ancient trees, Nox appears. I think I perceived the faint smell of whiskey and citrus before we see him. Or maybe that's what my brain wants to believe, who knows? He’s all jagged edges and raw fury, his eyes burning with a brokenness that makes my chest ache despite myself.