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Light flooded the room, revealing the figure sitting on my bed. Aston. “What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get into my room?” I asked, startled by his presence. I almost screamed the roof down if not for the fact I didn’t want to wake my dad. “Please, I know every inch and corner of this house but that’s beside the point,” Aston said, leaping up from the bed. He was still in his biking outfit. He was covered head-to-toe in dust. His hair splashed all over his face. He pushed some of it away sensually.

the man asked as he snapped out of his anger and finally got control over his body. “That owl was no mere bird, but a spirit constellation beast. A loyal servant of Astra, the goddess of the stars. Though the weakest of her pets, it replenished a great deal of my magic and strength. I can erase Alinta’s memories before she head-butted me. I can give her an explicit dream of how our mating ritual happened while you take what is rightfully yours.”

I screamed, my voice cracking the brittle silence. Astance didn't turn. He was a pillar of white-hot rage, his eyes glowing with a feral, terrifying light that I had never seen before, not even when he had punched the wall. He was inches from Solara’s face, his claws beginning to lengthen, the tips glinting like black obsidian in the torchlight. "You dare?" Astance’s voice was a low-frequency growl that made my teeth ache. "You dare walk into my house and demand the surrender of a soul you failed to protect? Do you think your title as Mediator makes you untouchable? I will paint these floors with your neutral blood before I let you speak her name again."

She screamed when she saw me and this time I covered my ears she was so loud. “Knock it the fuck off!” I bellowed. My bellowing startled her. Her eyes widened, and she blinked slowly at me as her mouth fell open in shock. “Yes, the monster speaks and has sensitive hearing. It also has a name. It’s Asterion, by the way.” I said, stalking forward to sit at the table. She flinched as if I was stalking towards her. I’m not sure if she was more surprised when I spoke or that I had no intentions of touching her.

Today was the first day Green titled as Langit personal assistant, from this day up to the next six months she should be able to control her emotions through Langit, because he was now her boss. In the early morning, Green's getting ready, before going to the college she should text Langit to tell the man his agenda. With speedy typing, Green typed something on her phone and then placed it in her bag. Green saw a reflection of herself in front of the mirror, this morning she determined to be Green with renewed strength, leaving all her wound and pain at the smallest part of her heart, for the next life's experiences and learning. Her wide smile proved that she was ready to start the day,

I did so, Robert stepped towards Damon and walked into him, Damon's body spasmed once, twice, then stopped, "Damon?" I questioned, Damon lifted his hands to his face, he felt his own face and then looked down at himself, "Damon?" I questioned again "No, not Damon, Robert" he whispered I nodded with a smile, happy it worked "What now?" I asked "Now it's time for your initiation, ready?" He asked, I nodded "I, Robert Leatherman, council member of the uni-taur coven, announce that you, Anastasia Long, daughter of Edward Long, have the opportunity to join this coven, do you accept?"

And we stepped through. And they bowed. On either side of the path, in doorways, along the streets. Men, women, warriors, elders. Bowing. Not to me. To him. To their Alpha. And to Crystal. Their soon-to-be Luna. My throat tightened. I forced myself to focus on the castle in the distance—massive, looming, ancient. It sat at the heart of everything, carved from stone so dark it looked like it had been born from the night itself. The air was thick.

Aston “I’m against it because I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. “Danny’s position isn’t some random spot. It’s a very important position in the company.” “Exactly,” Blake snapped. “It’s not good enough to put some random person into that position, don’t you think I get that? That’s one of the reasons why I need you, Aston. You’re all I’ve got. I don’t have any other options that are good enough.”

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.