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Tears welled in her eyes, like the two of them were watching the same movie without allowing us to see it. “Stop it, Izobel,” she whispered, wiping her tears as they rolled in her cheeks. “Stop torturing yourself. Tell him the truth. He has the right to know.” “The truth what?” I laughed at them as I shook my head. They’re all making me crazy as if we were all in a fill-in-the-blank game show. “You know what, Izobel, this wasn’t entertaining anymore, so you’d better tell me.” Izobel spoke very low. “You’re the son of Alpha Jared Irvin of the Lightning Shadow pack, mated to Celeste, a female dhampir,” she swallowed hard and pinned her eyes on me. “Celeste, the dhampir sent to kill us.”

She winced, unable to hold back the tears of pain. "Please! Please take that off me!" she pointed fervently to the chain in his hand. The rough man turned her head forcibly with his hand to show her the tree, "You let our bait go for the Gray Shadow...but I think you'll suffice." Twillow's eyes widened at him realizing in that instant that he meant Kendrick. He was trying to lure Kendrick here with that woman? So that meant he was... a slayer. Kendrick knew it was a trap and she foolishly flew right into it. She hissed through her teeth, feeling the chain continue its torturous burning.

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

No one came here unless she allowed it. While the twins splashed in the oversized tub she’d stolen from a hotel renovation, Aria leaned against the doorframe, watching them. Luka was already trying to make shadow ducks float in the water. Lila was singing an off key version of an old Shadowthorn lullaby she’d somehow learned from a forbidden storybook. They looked so much like him.

Okay, then. We get out of the car and make our way up the driveway, walking past a blue hatchback. The house is a simple townhouse, well kept, and the yard is relatively clean, save for a few beer cans on the lawn. When we make it to the door, I knock. She stands behind me with her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets. One thing I have noticed about Jocelynn Sanchez is she does not wear coats. She wears big, puffy jackets that cut off at her waist. She also rarely wears sneakers. Instead, she wears heeled boots that could not be comfortable.

"Either way, I'm done being afraid. Done being the substitute who lets others decide her fate." She walked to the glowing stone. Placed both hands on it. "I am Lyra Nightshade. Daughter of Elena and Marcus. Heir to the Shadowlands throne." Her voice grew stronger. "And if I carry Silver Court blood too, if I'm descended from the merger line, then I claim that as well. I claim all of it." The stone flared brilliant white. Power surged through her. Not painful, Awakening. Her wolf howled. But not with one voice, with two.

Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power. Next to Liana stood Rowan Blackthorn, a silent yet menacing figure known as the Shadow Reaper. His dark armor seemed to blend into the shadows, his movements quiet but deadly. Rowan was an assassin by trade, his abilities in stealth and precision killing unmatched in all of Somerland. He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it.

She’s younger than I expected. Around forty. Sharp eyes and dark hair with silver streaks. Lydia watches me walk up. I can see her weighing every step I take. “Luna Sophia,” she says. “Welcome to Shadowpeak.” “Alpha Lydia.” I stop right at the base of her platform. I don’t bow. “Thanks for meeting me.” “I didn’t think I had much choice.” She gives a small smile. “Not after what happened to Giga when he turned you down.”

The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness. “Yeah right, I’m cool!” Next to her, Karina yawned once again. Without even bothering to summon her shadow, she simply said, “Karina, sixteen, Beththorphe, level two, Scrawling, heightened vision.” “Can’t you show us what you can do, please?” said Lily with puppy eyes. Karina gave her a bored look. “You’re wearing a pink bra with a Zebra on it.” Lily’s cheeks flushed red. She buried her face on her palms as the air had been filled with crisped laughter.

Maybe she wouldn’t have pushed Lyla into such a corner. Wait—Shadow Master! Lyla’s mind lit up with a glimmer of hope. Shadow Master was the founder of a well-known website, capable of modifying features on the platform in real time. He must be incredibly skilled with computers. Maybe, just maybe, he could help her out of this mess. Clinging to this slim possibility, Lyla wiped her tears and stood up. She didn’t care if he mocked or humiliated her. As long as he could fix this disaster, she was willing to swallow her pride.