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But now it clarified and a few things, the way Night took an interest in Tia the night she bit off my arm, and why Tia had recognized her voice. She glanced outside. "It's time for your medicine." she said. "How can you tell?" There were no clocks in this place and they also seemed to able to predict the weather. "It's like how a cock knows when to crow in the morning.. They don't need a clock to tell it's just in them."

His eyes, the same black as mine and my mother's, scan the eager faces gathered around the fire. “Thorntrees!” Damien calls out, and we all beat our chests in response to the name of our pack. “We gather under the watchful eye of the impending moon to ready five young hearts for their destined mates.” His words resonate through the clearing, a mixture of reverence and excitement palpable in the air. The pack members nod in agreement, their anticipation building like a storm on the horizon. But for me, the words send a tendril of dread through my heart.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

The weight of Clovis’ revelations bore down on Lucas like a leaden cloak, dragging him deeper into the depths of despair. He had been there for minutes when he heard it. The soft rustle of leaves, the faint sounds of footsteps approaching. Lucas tensed, his senses on high alert as he prepared to defend himself against any potential threat. But then he felt this pull again, that wanted him to go to this person and bare his belly like a bloody dog. It couldn’t be Enora, so what was happening? Adam emerged from the shadows with a concerned expression on his face. “Lucas.”, he asked, his voice filled with worry. “Are you alright?”

Full and sudden and real in the way of someone breathing without restriction for the first time in a very long time. Maren Duskwell drew a full breath and the last of the bond released and twenty-three years of slow spending simply stopped. The light faded. Not all at once. Gradually, the way dawn arrived in reverse, the brightest point first, then a pulling back, the clearing becoming visible again in increments. The trees. The ground. The stone at the clearing’s center, still lit but steady now, the sigil on its face burning at a constant depth rather than the fluctuating intensity of something in the middle of a working.

Far away, hidden in the deepest chamber beneath the ruined castle, a lone figure dressed in black opened a dusty book that had remained sealed for two decades. On the final page, a single sentence began to glow. When the Moon Heir awakens, the King Without a Heart shall rise beside her. The stranger smiled. “At last,” he whispered. “I’ve found you.”

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And somewhere in the castle, behind locked doors and ancient wards, Royal Beta Knox lifted a glass to the gray-cloaked figure across from him. "To Morgana," he said. The figure raised its glass in return. Its hood fell back just enough to reveal eyes that were pure black—no white, no iris. Just darkness. "To Morgana," it echoed. "Who never truly died." The candle between them flickered. And went out.

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

Levi’s POV The soldiers that came in and surrounded us suddenly leap into the air, their weapons flying around in every direction as they attempt to push their way towards where Kenji is placed inside the circle of our bodies. An evil smirk appears on Morgana’s face, her eyes changing from their normal silver color to full obsidian, much like mine and Kenji’s. The sight unnerves me and makes me glad that she is on our side and not on theirs. Her hands move up into the air, sending waves of magic out towards the soldiers that are throwing themselves at us.