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Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

he asked. I nodded with a smile, then took another sip. "Sharon made it." River cracked a grin. He then took his share, sipping quite a lot. "Not bad," he commented. I shook my head and walked over to the small shelf above the fireplace. My fingers sorted through the books until they settled on an orange-covered book with the words XXX XXX XXX written on it. I bring it back to the sofa, keeping River company as he returns to his tablet. A few minutes later, our cups were empty, and my heart was suddenly beating faster than it should. I put the book down on my lap, then looked up at River, who I could tell from the look on his face that he was also feeling strange in his body.

Repeated in each turn of summer, each fall of the leaves, even when winter kisses the ground, over and over he speaks as if a shadow in his own life. My lips tremble as I read on. Page after page. My gaze shifts upward as I check the date. 15 years. 15 years of longing. I hug my knees, and rest my chin on them as I read. Sometimes I think I am hiding from his words when my hand blocks the pages just to give myself a moment. The rain is like soft music and I am far too soon consumed. I have forgotten entirely. I do not exist. Shade Shadows does not exist. Xirrian Adonis Prime is alive, and he shows me his heart.

I froze. ​Below me, the world was breaking. ​From my height, the library didn't look like a sanctuary anymore. It looked like a crime scene. ​ Two men were tossing books my books off the shelves. Leather covers hit the floor with heavy, sickening thuds. They weren't looking for me; they were looking for whatever secrets Xavier had buried behind the mahogany. ​The man with the scarred face—the one from the screen—was pacing. His boots clicked on the marble, a slow, predatory rhythm.

The room was dark, with only a faint light falling on the bed from the lamp beside it. The growl grew louder, as if the hunter had found its prey. From the shadows of the dark room, a shape slowly emerged. Xavier’s entire focus was on her, capturing every flicker of emotion on her face. He bit down on his lip while watching her, a cruel curve forming at the corner of his mouth. Her whole focus was on the dark shadows slowly getting clearer to her, and her eyes went wide. A scream tore from her throat at the sight of the. Hyena…..

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

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I shot back. His eyes narrowed. “You said you didn’t do it.” The words hung in the air. My expression flickered, just for a second. He saw it. I know he did. “What was that? What didn’t you do?” I remained silent. Not because I didn’t have an answer. But because it wasn’t his to hear. He circled the bed slowly, like a hunter before devouring its prey. “Solitary affects everyone. Some break loudly. Some quietly. But they all break eventually.”

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.