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Chilling. “Come alone. Midnight. Same place. No excuses. No panties.” She had deleted it. Then retrieved it her phone trash. Then read it five more times. And now she was dressing for the woman who should have hated her. She had never been this careful dressing for Damian. She had never trembled from a woman’s words. She wore black. Silk. Slit high at the thigh. She let her hair down. Left her bra off. No perfume—just a trace of body oil, as if Lydia had requested it without saying a word.

I slurped loudly at my chocolate, sighing in contentment when the sweet flavor burst onto my tongue. She must have been desperate because she folded quickly, faster than a deck of cards. "H-he's gonna kill me." "I'm quite sure that Shadow has more important things to do than…chase after you." My eyes rake over her outfit, taking her in from head to toe. She was dressed in a plain slightly baggy cotton shirt that everyone found stylish nowadays but I just viewed as childish.

Exactly 3pm in the afternoon when I moved to prepare. I took another shower, but it was brief since I had already broken a sweat. After showering, I changed my clothes. I wore a simple black shirt, gray jogging pants, and white rubber shoes. I left my hair down to let it dry. I also applied some powder to my face and a touch of lipstick. I slid my phone and my nearly empty wallet into the pockets of my jogging pants. I put on a black cap and brought a facemask along.

Having Lydia with me as we walk through the woods feels like I’m on the path to where I’ve always meant to be. Lydia dressed for the weather in a white sundress with blue flowers. It’s long and almost reaches her ankles. The neckline is low enough to give me a nice view of her cleavage without being too revealing. The white tennis shoes she’s wearing are sensible for the walk. It’s easier sometimes to stay in our human form and stroll along slowly rather than rush around as wolves. She bends down to pick up a flower, and I see a bit more of her breasts. She’s mostly covered up, and it just makes me imagine her wearing less. There goes my mind in the gutter again.

The gates peeled open without a sound, like the world had already expected me. My fingers toyed with the hem of the dress Elena had picked. Black silk, sleek and heavy, like it carried its own kind of authority. The neckline dipped just enough to draw attention without being scandalous, and the bodice clung tighter than I was used to, sculpting me into someone sharper, bolder. “Marcelo Bernardo,” I whispered again as the car rolled forward, though this time the name came out ragged, broken. My chest was tight. The closer I got, the harder it was to imagine that I had ever spoken his name freely.

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

Lydia’s POV The sun was doing its best to ruin my makeup, but I wasn't letting it win. I stood under the shade of the primary VIP tent, smoothing the skirt of my white lace dress. It was the kind of dress that made me look like a saint—pure, elegant, and perfectly suited for the future Mrs. Blackwood. I had a glass of expensive champagne in one hand and my best fake smile plastered on my face. Everything was perfect. So far, at least.

"If I knew you'd start liking him because of that, I would've told you right away. I never thought it would take this long. We almost missed our chance." At that thought, I felt so lucky. It was like the Moon Goddess was watching over me, helping me find my true prince by chance. I had wanted to confront Isolde about pushing me into the water, but she was nowhere to be found, and no one had heard from her in three days. On the day Lucian and I were to be bonded, she crashed the ceremony with a pack of werewolf fighters! It turned out the Ashenclaw pack had been plotting a rebellion for ages.

Malachi, eyes scanning the horizon, suddenly pointed, "There, in the distance! A shadow, out of place amidst this luminescence." The guardians followed his gaze, and indeed, a dark form seemed to be approaching, its energy clashing with the radiant vibes of the grove. Isolde, her instincts kicking in, said, "We need to intercept, and understand its intentions." Liora, holding out her hand, produced a gentle orb of light. "Let's use this to guide the shadow, lure it closer." The shadow, drawn to Liora's orb, began to take a more defined shape as it neared — a cloaked figure, its face hidden, emanating an aura of chaos and disruption.

She lunged at Emma, her claws extended, aiming to strike. Lukas reacted in a split second, intercepting Selene's attack with his own body. He grunted as her claws raked across his back, leaving deep, bleeding gashes. He fought back, using his shifter abilities to transform into his animal form, a majestic white tiger. His muscles rippled with power as he tackled Selene, the two of them rolling on the ground in a flurry of fur and claws.Emma watched in horror, torn between fear for Lukas and the urge to help. She knew she had to do something, but she also didn't want to escalate the situation further. She looked around desperately for a way to intervene.Just then, a group of shifters who had