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she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

I dressed in two layers, I made a makeshift pouch from some bandanas and taped the rest of my cash to my chest and my thighs. I left only about $30 in my wallet and a prepaid debit card with about $400 on it. I also put the keys to my mailbox in the pouch on my chest. I had bought a leather jacket and some nice jeans which I had kept in the locker. I felt that if I looked a little nicer than a scrappy street kid, people might give me a pass. I had a whole story worked out, fake name and everything. Lydia and Javier Quintana were both dead.

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.

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

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 takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

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.