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I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit. Next to me stood Kalel Wildmaw, the Alpha of Glaciercrest Pack, whom I just knew. His voice was gentle as he asked, "Are you tired?" I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled. "No, I've never felt this free." The cold air filled my lungs with each breath. With every step, I felt the blood inside me boil. It was as though my dormant instincts were awakening little by little. This was the world of werewolves—the place Dad had always dreamed of.

Legions. Not soldiers of men. But of the Veil. Creatures shaped from memory and madness. They walked quietly. They were tall giants with black skin and bright symbols on their bodies. There were also smaller creatures. These creatures had no faces, only one blue flame for an eye. Smoke-wolves. Flame-born vultures. Things that had no names in any of the old tomes. Marching straight toward Silver More. “By the stars,” Aelin whispered. “There’s… there’s thousands.”

"Then stop dancing so well." --- By afternoon, I couldn’t breathe in that place. I left the penthouse and wandered through Midtown, sunglasses low on my nose. I ended up at the hospital. Liam’s room was quiet. Machines beeped steadily. His chest rose and fell, as if the world around us hadn’t shifted at all. I settled next to him, allowing the silence to envelop us. “I signed a contract,” I whispered. “Sold myself to the devil with a tailored suit.” He didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

"Those are just your assumptions." Harvey's gaze sharpened. "When did you become so cold, Jilian?" Then, his voice softened as he continued, "Plus, we don't have children anyway." I gave a short, bitter laugh. "Is it my fault that we don't? Her father is still alive, and since she's not related to me or you by blood, what right do you have to talk about adopting her? If you're so eager to care for a child, the orphanage is full of them. You've been there with me enough times to know that those left behind are the ones with disabilities; they need love the most.

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

“Because he could’ve stopped it. Because he let his empire pick appearances over people. Because he made the choice that killed my sister.” That hit her hard. He’d lost someone too. Not some faceless villain—a person. “And you think a fake marriage fixes that?” she whispered. “I think leverage fixes things,” he said. “One public image, one private leak. Chaos, then cleanup. People bow.” A loud click from the door snapped both their heads up. Lucien stood in the doorway—coat open, hair a bit wild, eyes sharp as blades. He didn’t come in. He didn’t have to.

"As long as you come back—come back to my side—I'll give you all the shares! I'll give you the whole firm! I don't want anything; let's just start over, okay?" I didn't speak. I merely stepped back, silently dodging the hand he reached out to grab me. He tried to grab my arm again, but Cooper forcefully swatted his hand away. "Stay away from her," Cooper's voice was ice-cold. Louis glared at Cooper and scoffed. "And what the hell are you supposed to be? Rachel is my woman. She's been with me for ten years; how long has she been with you? You think you can steal her from me..."

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.