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While I, on the other hand, continued to sulk at the scenery while concocting another plan. The sun pulled to the west, casting spectacular hues into the stretching ocean beyond the cliff. Golden shades, orange, and pink hues cast rainbows against the sheen glass wall as the nighttime begins to swallow the day. Hanna still wasn’t done arranging my things. Though, I believe she was only sorting the clothes inside the closet and setting the vanity with all the cosmetics Megan had brought. I have also changed into some decent clothes even though I hated to admit that she was right, and it was really not that comfortable wearing nothing but a robe all the time.

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

All of these symptoms are consistent with what was recorded in that book. I ran to my room, picked up the book, and looked at its contents. Although I don't know what moonlight and magic refer to, it says that sunlight and morning dew can bring rebirth. Maybe that's the cure. But it's night time and there is no morning dew at all. The only way for Noah to get through the night is with human blood. I found a pen from my room and wrote the phrase from the book on a slip of paper. There was a crashing sound from outside and Noah’s low growl from pain.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

Moana’s POV Silence settled over the courtyard, so absolute that the only sound left was the crackle of burning pine beams and the heavy, synchronized breathing of our surviving warriors. The towering pile of powdery snow where the Frost King had stood began to melt under the rising morning sun. Across the ruined palisade, the dark, oppressive fog that had choked the northern sky was completely gone, replaced by a crisp, cloudless blue that stretched endlessly over the mountain peaks. Eldrick didn't loosen his grip around my waist. His chest rose and fell against mine, his heartbeat steady and hot, burning away every lingering trace of the subterranean cold that had settled into my marrow.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

"Don't get the wrong idea. It's not going to be some romantic scene you're imagining. I want you to sit beside me, listen to the crickets, and press on my wrist if I pass out." I felt my cheeks flush at his words. Apparently, he could read my thoughts and was quick to address the scenes that had crossed my mind. I wasn't sure how red my face had turned, but I was pretty sure he noticed. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I moved closer to him and sat down to his left. "If the crickets start singing the winter solstice, it means we're both safe. If I pass out, Idrish, you know the drill. Press my wrist, for me."

Crescent nudged her hand, her amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared connection. She opened the journal, its pages filled with Lila’s handwriting, the stories of the Dawn Pack’s battles, hunts, and celebrations, her amber eyes scanning the words, her voice a soft recitation, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the grove a mirror to the love in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grove a sanctuary, her destiny a radiant light. “The Dawn Pack’s flame burns eternal,” she read, her voice steady, the sunlight dancing in her eyes, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared joy. “And now, it’s my turn to carry it.” She closed the

The North Spire of the Midnight Maw was a place of endless twilight, even when the sun was supposed to be at its zenith, the thick, obsidian-infused stones of the tower seemed to drink the light, leaving only a cool, violet glow that didn't hurt my eyes. For the first time in eighteen months, the constant, low-grade fever I’d carried, the byproduct of siphoning Kaelen’s excess solar energy had broken, I felt cold, a deep, hollow cold that originated from my womb and radiated outward to my very fingertips.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y