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Destiny studied him with searing eyes. “Then tell me everything. Leave out nothing.” Torock confessed every vile detail—every deal, every lie, every moment of betrayal. How he tricked Haroon. How he invited the demons into the Realm. Far across the lands, the tremors subsided. Fates and creatures awoke, shaken. “Dad,” a young Fate asked, “what caused us all to black out?” “I don’t know,” he replied, rubbing his temples. “But ReNew sensed something. Something so powerful it made her retreat without a word.”

“Tomorrow—.” “Tomorrow you’re having dinner with Mr. Melton.” Cursing under his breath, Andrew pressed her again, his voice ragged. “Then Lily can have dinner with you tomorrow night.” Evelyn shook her head, attempting to slide past him. “Andrew, let me go.” Shifting, he blocked her escape. “When’s the next event?” “July fourth.” Andrew gave a frustrated groan, let his head drop to rest his forehead dejectedly on her shoulder. “That’s absolutely not going to work for me.”

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He ran towards the smaller part of the town, where shops were small and dark, where lanes were narrow and dirty, and houses were only four walls and a roof. "Good morning Mr. Ben," he said as he entered inside one of the doors on the lane. It opened up into a dark room, with no windows and lighted by only a small yellow bulb. He was greeted by the musty smell of old unused books. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. There were books strewn all around the room, just as he had left them the day before. "What's so good about the morning Shiva? I don't see how it is a 'good' morning. And you are late again. I won't have this behavior,” came a muffled, croaky sound from a

“Okay, guys. Let's head to the study room. I've got something amazing to show you guys. Elektra skipped to the study room. It was a rectangular space with hundreds of books on the shelf. College was taking a toll on him, or was it his missing wolf? Alcinder reads too much if that's a thing. I mean, this is a lot of books. “Hey! Snap out of your endless thoughts”. Elecktra brought out a giant and rusty book. It had a black cover with gold writings on it and it smelt ancient. It was parched up in many places, it looked like it would fall apart if handled carelessly. At the other end, Alcinder kept watching me with curious eyes. What was his problem today? And Why was that look on his face? Jea

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⸻ 🌙 The Future The memory continued. ⸻ Nyra standing alone beside the ocean. 🌊 ⸻ Holding a silver book. 📖 ⸻ Inside the book… She saw the future. ⸻ Not one future. ⸻ Every future. ⸻ Millions. ⸻ Billions. ⸻ Trillions. ⸻ And every single one ended the same way. ⸻ Reality died. 💀 ⸻ The dream ended. ⸻ Everything vanished.

“Tomorrow.” We reached the hall doors. I paused, staring at them. Alfredo stopped too. “Ready.” He said it flat, not as a question. I stood there thinking. One room, fourteen Alphas, claimant at the table, last night before everything shifts. “One thing first,” I said quietly. He turned, waited. I put my hand against his chest, felt his heartbeat. Lamplight, council grounds, Renner, Fred—all of it swirling around us. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” I said, steady. “In that hall. However it goes. You, me, the baby—that’s what’s real. Everything else is just the scenery.”

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Something containable. Tomorrow they scout. Tomorrow they solve the impossible by breaking it into ugly, heavy, movable pieces. Tomorrow they build.