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Alessandro POV Linnea walked in calmly, smiling softly at Harley and I who were gaping in disbelief at her. She was wearing a tight burgundy dress that showed off her every curve along with a pair of silver stiletto heels. A silver bag hung from her shoulder and her blonde curls cascaded down her back. “Hello.” She said. “What are you doing here?” I asked. Her beauty made me feel like the wind was knocked out of me and I struggled to keep my composure as my wolf wanted to tear through the surface and claim our mate on the spot.

Who knew that after four years of waiting patiently, the last few hours would be the hardest? Fuuuuck. Lincoln gets out of the car as well. He doesn’t pace up and down the track like I am. Instead, he stands on the small pebbled beach beside the lake, looking out at the view. “It’s beautiful here,” he says after a while, and I still. “Is this your first time in Blood Moon?” I ask, coming to stand beside him. His calm presence is doing a lot for me right now. “Yeah, I’ve never made it down before.” He looks out across the lake, into the forest surrounding it, and up towards the mountains and waterfall beyond. “It’s stunning.”

The baby thing wasn’t exactly great but she had faith they would make it work. Linlin went to slide into her side of the car, turning around with a second glance because a flash of light caught her eye and searched along the narrow road behind them to see what it was. Lot’s of cars parked neatly in line and she assumed it was sunlight on a window or something, noting the furthest vehicle which was black had just shut their door. She waved it off, got in, and got them out of their parking spot in record time. Navigating along the narrow street as she set her sat nav to their new route.

Eventually, I grabbed a banana from the corner drawer and shut the door a little harder than necessary. With nothing better to do, I wandered through the house, actually seeing it for the first time. The space was massive, clean to the point of sterility. Minimalist. Intentional. There weren’t many decorations, but the ones that were there demanded attention. A large framed print dominated one wall—an abstract painting of a tiger sinking its teeth into a gazelle’s neck. The violence of it made my stomach twist. I winced and kept moving. That’s when I noticed the pattern. Predators.

When he sent me two sentences at 2:11 in the morning: *I'm in Ashveil. *Something's wrong here.* *Don't come looking for me.* They searched. They found nothing. So I came. --- The main street is too clean. Maple trees line both sides, their leaves gone deep red in the October cold. But the ground beneath them is bare. No fallen leaves. No litter. No mess of any kind. As if someone sweeps before dawn every day and won't tolerate disorder. The few people still out at this hour move with a fluency that isn't trained.

She was always touching him in some way like a hand on his arm, shoulder bumping his, fingers brushing his when they were doing whatever the hell it was. It almost seemed like they were the perfect match made in heaven. Both of them liked physical touch the same way. That thought crept into Ethan’s head again and again, sharp and unwanted. He shook it off every time, refusing to let his head clog up with more negative shit. But Lila was sweet. Funny too. Ethan couldn’t outright hate her even if he wanted to. And worst of all, she was pretty. Really pretty. Warm brown hair with those blonde highlights, hazel eyes that could pull anyone in with one soft look, and a nice smile that lit up her w

She was beaming, her eyes full of dreams for the future. "Let's have a destination wedding, alright? We'll get married in Southpoint, then have another ceremony in Eastwind. I heard the Lumians are very romantic, too… What about having another ceremony in the Lumian capital of Lumiere? I want to wear lots and lots of beautiful wedding dresses and take all kinds of wedding photos, fill up a whole wall with them…" Zach just looked at her, his eyes emotionless. "Annie's dead."

Now it pounded against her palms like the recollection of happiness. She gazed upwards, catching her breath. Behind the ridge, light unrolled not daylight, but something prior, something cleaner. It swept across the horizon like a second sunrise, caressing the far-off plains, the shattered rocks, and at last, the sweep of the Living City. The City itself replied.

Ana asked, trying to strike up a conversation but Lincoln was exhausted. He faced upward and shut his eyes then folded his arms. “Cool.” “Is she all mean and bitchy?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “She better not be,” Ana said, “Because I'll show her the difference between being a bitch and being THE BITCH.” “That's great.” “I'm boring you,” Ana got up. “Thank God you realized.” As she made to leave, her eyes caught the red mark on Lincoln's neck. It was faint… almost unnoticeable.

Lina leaned in, her grin wide and flawless, and snapped the photo. “Perfect,” Lina said, checking the image. “Ooooh, this is fire. The vibes! The colors! The whole aesthetic! My one million followers would go crazy for this.” Rivera squinted at the screen. Her eyes looked bigger, her cheeks caught in the glow of the lights, and somehow, she looked alive. “Caption time!” Lina said, fingers flying over the screen. She typed quickly, muttering, “‘Girls night, neon lights, and zero worries ✨🍸 #VibesOnly #DrinkUpBabe’, oh yes, this is going to slay.”