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It also doesn’t help that I’m on the top floor and the rain is loudest here. My eyelids droop as the events of the day catch up with me. Just as I’m about to drift off to sleep, I catch a glimpse of a shadow in the corner, one that hadn’t been there a second before. I stare at it until sleep overtakes me, and in the second before I tumble into oblivion, I realize that the shadow has a face. And I could swear that it’s grinning.

Therefore, he offered Zack to be on the lumber delivery services that needed his strength to deliver the lumber to the locals that Shadow Pack traded with. Mr. Papadopoulos was an old man who had a lot of grudges and a little kindness in him. When the Shadow Pack was doing business with him, the old man always went for the jugular vein—trading at a lower rate than usual for the lumber that he used to make the furniture for his carpentry business.

Like every other night, Jacklyn woke up from her nightmare. The same dream, The same strange people, The ones she'd seen for almost all her life. She got up from her bed and put on the table lamp. The florescence light evolved the room, "Another night, another nightmare." She sighed to herself as she got up and stumbled to get water. Her study table was still filled with unfinished works from last night, The cup of unfinished already cold coffee was still there.

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes wasn't the sunlight. It was my shadow. For one ridiculous second...I could have sworn it smiled at me. Not a huge smile. Just enough to make my stomach tighten. I blinked. Once…Twice. "...Yeah, I've officially lost it." The shadow lay perfectly still beneath the morning light pouring through the window, innocent as if it hadn't just tried to traumatize me before breakfast. I rubbed my eyes. "Maybe Grimhalden doesn't just awaken wolves," I muttered. "Maybe it also hands out free hallucinations."

It felt like something dark was looming. We entered the living room and, unsurprisingly, both my parents were nowhere to be found. I decided they didn't want to see me leave, so I left quietly. As I shut the door behind me, I knew that life, as I knew it, had come to an end. Once we were outside, I moved towards my car, but Zander stopped me. He signalled his driver to bring the car up front. “We'll take my car. My driver will drive yours to my place.”

Correcting presentation slides without interrupting the discussion. Invisible. Efficient. Essential. He remembered how he had once joked during a meeting. "If Miss Carter ever disappears, this company might collapse." Everyone had laughed. Including Evelyn. At the time, he thought it was exaggeration. Now it felt like prophecy. The meeting ended in uncomfortable silence. No decisions had been finalized. Two clients had requested additional revisions. Another board presentation needed to be postponed. As executives filed out of the room, Adrian remained seated. His gaze never left the empty chair.

He stops, his golden eyes meeting mine. “Then I fight.” “And if you don’t win?” “Then you make sure to keep running.” The idea of leaving him behind terrifies me, but something in his tone tells me there’s no room for debate. The journey through the forest is chaos—branches claw at my skin, and roots lie in wait to trip me. Shadow moves ahead of me, tall and powerful, his body flowing through the woods like he was born from them. “Shadow,” I call, trying not to fall behind, “where are we going?”

The light from the candles made Helena's face glow. Lyra had never seen her mother look so happy. So relaxed. So full of joy. So at peace. Helena had never looked at Lyra like that. Not once in Lyra's entire life. Not even when Lyra had left on her mission. Not even when she'd accomplished something important. Lyra's knees felt weak. She grabbed the wall to steady herself. The rough stone scraped against her palm but she barely felt it. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. She'd wake up any moment now, back in her tent at the last negotiation site. This was just exhaustion playing tricks on her mind.

The door to Marcus Wayne’s private room creaked open, and I stepped inside hesitantly. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, a sound that felt deafening in the suffocating silence. The dim light cast long shadows across the elegant yet eerie room, with its heavy drapes and dark leather furniture. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to walk out of this mess, but I couldn’t. My boss’s warning echoed in my mind. "A favor for a favor is how things are run," he’d said, his tone leaving no room for argument.