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"Show me." --- The packs converged at the edge of the forest where the sightings had been reported. The air was thick with tension as they waited, weapons at the ready. The ghostly mist began to thicken, and a chill ran down their spines. Out of the mist rode a figure on a spectral horse, its eyes burning with an otherworldly fire. The ghost rider's appearance was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Clad in armor that seemed to glow with spectral light, the rider wielded a whip that crackled with dark energy.

“And I miss her hugs at night when she kicks me out of our bedroom.” Ghost and I chuckled at that, but Ro didn’t seem to mind. He had that look Evan and Devin have whenever they talk about Cali and Ren… is it also the same look Ghost sees in me? As though reading what’s on my mind, Ghost met my eyes through the rearview mirror. I looked away, hoping I could hide this troubling emotion in my chest. Deep inside, I want that kind of talk too…. With Rylee. ~~

The search moved from the hospitals to the streets. The Ghost was no longer just watching; he was coming. And I wouldn't stop until I saw my own blue eyes reflecting back at me in the arms of the woman who thought she could kill a Navarro.

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me with pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter’s head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunner's face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter with my power, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connected for a moment, his eyes flickered wi

“Lyra, breathe. Come back to me…” Her eyes snap open. And they are not her eyes. They glow; ancient, metallic, fierce. The color of the Guardian’s power, the same shade that poured from her after the ritual just before she lost consciousness. It’s like looking into something that sees through lifetimes, not moments. Something older than packs, older than witches. The healers drop to their knees. Even I freeze. She looks at me but also through me, her gaze sharp enough to peel open the soul.

Purple sparks dance through the air. My breath catches. The spirits. The spirits are trying to show me something, again. I stare into the heart of the fire. And for a brief, terrifying moment, I see a pair of glowing dark eyes staring back at me from within the flames. Not Athena's. Not the Goddess'. A man's. A powerful man's eyes. A dangerous man's eyes. Then a voice whispers through the fire, low, ancient and haunting. "No one can bring me to my knees, seer. No one."

He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again. “Look.” I gasp out of the intensity of his voice this time. “Look into my eyes.” I obey. “What do you see?” As I look directly into his eyes, I see something unusual. It looks like blood spilled on ice, and the ice are his eyes. How can his gray and beautiful eyes suddenly look like he shed blood as tears? In a flash, he has his hands on my neck, the deadly look in those orbs building up. He looks like he would throw me over the rail, and he would have done so if someone did not knock him out of his position.

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

Pyra smiled as she said this, and at that moment I caught a glimpse of something peculiar—a flicker in her crimson pupils. My eyes widened, transfixed by such an occurrence. I stepped closer towards Pyra, my eyes locking to her crimson ones as she stared at me confused. My eyes were on her, and it was like I was seeing a ghostly shadow dance in the depths of her eyes as they watered slightly. Pyra immediately blinked, dropping her eyes to the ground. I stood before her. "Look at me, Pyra," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, and I saw exactly that—the flicker.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow