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“That’s the trigger signal. Phase two’s live.” He smirks. “Time to dance.” I unsling the blade across my back, fire curling at my fingertips. “For Layah,” I whisper. Kai echoes it like a promise. “For Layah.”

The blade in Lucas’s hand gleams under the dim light, and he presses it to Ryan’s neck, his grip unwavering. “Listen carefully, Ryan,” Lucas growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Before the sun rises, I’m going to kill you. But before that, you’re going to feel pain like you’ve never imagined. You’re going to beg for death just to make it stop.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against Ryan’s ear. “And when I finally give you that sweet release, don’t think for a second you’ll find peace in hell. You’ll still feel me, still hear me, still see me. In every corner of your mind, I’ll be there, reminding you that you don’t ever touch her again.”

The micro-blade tucked under my nails was already at the attacker's throat. It was Leone. He stared straight at me and suddenly smiled. "You've still got those killer moves. Even if you really killed me, I wouldn't say a word." My stomach churned, revulsion and hatred twisted together. My voice came out like ice. "Leone, we're already divorced. Get the hell out of my life, and don't ever let me see you again!" It was like he didn't hear a word I said. He even leaned in closer, letting the blade cut into his neck until beads of blood welled up.

“When she appears, don’t hesitate. No matter what she looks like.” I swallowed, gripping my blades tighter. “Even if she looks like my sister again?” His gaze softened, almost human. “Especially then.” The crimson light on the horizon flared, splitting the sky. Mona’s laughter echoed through the wind — cold, triumphant, unstoppable. I raised my blades, the silver glow slicing through the darkness. “Let her come.” The world trembled. And as the blood moon rose fully above us, I whispered a silent promise into the night.

“You know what I can’t handle? It’s losing you.” Blade ran his fingers over my cheeks and smiled. “I look at you and I see not only the light. I see colors, Katniss. I see the entire rainbow. I hear you call my name and I don’t hear only your voice. I hear music because in this sometimes crazy world, only you can call my name with such tune, with such love and softness.”

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

Before us, the pyre stood ready—wood stacked in a spiral, brushed with oil until it gleamed like amber. The drums began with a slow rhythm, deep enough to move through bone. I raised my hands and let the sound guide me. “The moon rises tonight to renew what we’ve sown,” I said, my voice carrying across the crowd. “The blade protects, the bloom endures, and the pack survives through both.”

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

Beyond the walls, the forest stood black against a sky finally clear, and the moon hung over it, full and white and ordinary. I had spent so long certain that the moon hated me. I leaned on the cold stone of the rail and breathed. In. Out. The first breath in a long time with no fear underneath it. The door opened behind me. I did not turn. I knew their step by now … one heavier, one quieter, the two halves of the thing I had almost died without. "You vanished," Blade said. "I needed the air." Brynn came to the rail on one side of me. Blade took the other. For a while, none of us spoke. We only looked out at the dark, and the fires and the sleeping pack, and the moonlight lay over all of it,