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Trent snarled, through his bloodied rag he kept on his face. "Each joke, something breaks," War whispered lowly as he smelt Trent's anger stinking up the car. Rot...a disgusting rotting scent that War had quickly gotten used to a long, long time ago. He was sure that his little mate's nose wasn't as developed, so he was surprised when she began to stir awake. He was momentarily frozen as he watched movement behind her eyelids...then her eyes opened. The air drained from his lungs and as her molten chocolate eyes peered up at him in confusion. He could see the wheels mentally turning in her head as a look of realization suddenly dawned on her.

Her eyes remained locked with my brother as if they were having a silent conversation. She exhaled deeply and said, “Mom has an antidote…” Nivaan grasped her hand and said, “Please Vally…” She pursed her lips and nodded before disappearing. “It’s okay cuckoo… he will be alright… you shouldn’t worry so much… it is not like he is your real mate…” Nivaan said, sitting beside me. Letting out a deep sigh, I said with a weak smile, “I must be the most unlucky person in this world…”

His father asked him. They all stared at one another. Alice leaned back and took a deep breath. “That is, if it’s an actual situation. But if it’s only hypothetical as she says…” “If it’s an actual situation, I don’t think she would admit to it.” Ice explained. “What if you are her mate?” Clyde posed the question, which earned him a glare from his brother. “Then, she wouldn’t bother.” Ice coldly stated. “What do you mean?” It’s their mother who asked.

The restaurant they’d celebrated at was in Chapter, so Darrell walked down 5th Avenue. passing 37th, 38th, and 39th until after a while he found himself standing before Brownie Cinemas despite what he’d told Danny. Staring at the sign that stretched down the austere, Art Deco building, he tapped his foot, then walked inside to look at the movie times. He was right. The next showing was at 10:50 P.M. That was in two minutes. Spy, starring Melissa McCarthy. He glanced over to the poster and seriously considered what to do. She was hilarious, no doubt, and he could use a laugh. He walked up to pay for a ticket but as he reached for his wallet, a very loud, drunk couple announced, “Two for Spy!

“Your highness, whose light have we been praying for all these years? Who have we been searching for all these years?” I stared at him, straight into his eyes as a slow realization began to creep into me. There was only one name, one identity that fit into what he was saying and it was no other than the missing girl. My cousin. Raevenelle. My throat suddenly went dry as I tried to swallow. “No, you can’t be serious.” “But look at it. I was just doing my daily divination when the light began to flicker on its own.” “Just like that?”

Should I say, ‘I missed you too? That would be a blatant lie. What about, ‘I didn't miss you?’ That would be the truth, but a truth best kept hidden. Then he leans in even closer and whispers, "What if I told you a secret about Jason?" I stare at him, mildly shocked by the sudden turn in the conversation. "He's mateless," Lucio whispers. "Excuse me?" He nods. He accompanies this with a dramatic sigh as if he had just broken the news of a tragic death.

As I glanced at the screen, it was a call from an Unknown Caller. I hesitated, then answered. “Who is this?” There was silence at first. Then… a low chuckle. “Matteo Romenetti. I believe we have something in common.” I straightened. The voice wasn't familiar, so it was difficult to place who it was talking. But whoever this was, he wasn’t calling by mistake. “I don’t play guessing games. Speak.” “Let’s not pretend you don’t know who you’re hunting, Matteo. The detective… the little lamb you lost. I’m afraid she stumbled into something much bigger than your little empire.”

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

I leaned forward again, rewinding the footage, I watched her face as she moved, caught in the intensity of the fight. Her jaw clenched, her eyes narrowed with determination, and then, a flicker of something else, something I couldn’t quite place. Something that made the knot in my chest tighten, Loyalty? No. It couldn’t be that simple, but what then? What did she want, what was she fighting for? A knock at the door broke my concentration, I exhaled slowly, turning my chair slightly, “Come in.” Matteo stepped inside, his shirt streaked with blood. He didn’t even flinch as he approached, the tension in his posture telling me everything I needed to know, he was shaken, but he was hiding it well

Mystical mark reveal on Adelina’s abdomen under the moonlight. A spiritual encounter with the Matrons, confirming her bloodline and destiny. Foreshadowing of hunters ( wolves with red eyes). The den is breached—an enemy (likely hunters or rogues) has found her.