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"Where’s your Lucian? Where’s your Caelan? They’re not here. It’s just you. Two halves of a whole that’s still not enough." Elias-and-Jace roared. The sound was thunder. The water in the cove fell. All at once. The boat rocked. I hit the side. Lightning poured out of their mouth, their eyes, their paws. It wasn’t stopping. It was building. The air smelled like ozone and burning. "Last chance," Darius said. He wasn’t breathing hard. He wasn’t bleeding anymore. The cuts were closing. "Walk away. Let me take her. You live. She becomes a god. You get to serve."

“Why is that, my lovely Persephone? My heart?” Persephone let out a breathy chuckle while flirting with her body. “We have an alternate option.” “We do?” His forehead wrinkled. His brain started to find an alternate option that he wasn’t aware of. “Apparently.” “Why is that?” Hades had to ask. The answer piqued his curiosity. “I have never been aware of any other option.” “I know.” Persephone leaned her head against his chest once again. “Because I’ve been secretly hoping for the miracle to happen.”

I grabbed a blank notebook and started writing down every inconsistency I could remember. For example, Brandon's allergy to mangoes in my world and his love for them in this one, and how Rachel used to love him, but now despised him and had married Alex instead. With every line I wrote, my heart sank a little deeper. If this were really an alternate reality, where was Jake? In my original world, he had been real. Here, he had been erased, his entire existence overwritten and replaced by Brandon. Unless… A terrifying thought surfaced—unless Jake never belonged to any world at all. I shook my head and forced that theory down for now.

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

He should discuss it with his mother—she knew more about Nyxian magic than he ever did, and he could think of no other way his father would have been able to survive the Gaia Incident. He wondered if Spencer being possessed by Oberon had anything to do with Chantelle Romina Vega’s own comatose condition. But it didn’t fit—Chantelle had disappeared years before he and his mother even found themselves on Earth. Then again, they were transported to a future Earth, centuries after the Gaia Incident, which doesn’t necessarily rule out a connection since a lot of things had happened within that time. Not to mention, Lady Carlessi’s diary and it’s connection to the Rominas. Jester instincts told hi

“Of course, Alpha.” As he turns to leave, a heavy sense of dread settles in his chest. He has bought himself time, secured an alliance. But the darkness is still there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. And deep down, Percy knows that the secrets he holds will not stay hidden forever. Sooner or later, they will come to light, and when they do, they will either save Clovis City—or destroy it. *******

"It seems like it shouldn’t be possible. We’ve been taught our whole lives that alternate dimensions are only found in science fiction. Yet, here we are, standing in one of the many, many different realities layered on our own." Pearl stared up into the blue sky. It was a sky and it was blue, but, somehow, it seemed different than the one she’d stared into every day of her life. She shifted her gaze to Katty’s. “So you’re saying I was sucked through a worm hole and am now in a different world?”

“No way. Pretty boy like you I’m sure you cracked your first nut at what, twelve?” I pick up one of the textbooks I purchased this afternoon as exhibit #1. It’s about 4” thick with tissue-thin pages. “The Great Speeches of Ancient Greece by Thucydides” is scrawled across the spine, in Greek. Pushing my wire-thin glasses up the bridge of my nose in emphasis I say “Nerd. Remember.”

He asked in a playful tone. “ I daydream about our future and I don't see five kids.” “I would love to hear all the daydreaming you have done about our future.” I shrugged, pretending to think. “Well, I have one…” “Yeah?” “We went back to the human world, left all of this behind, and didn’t even involve our children in it.” Marcus rolled his eyes. “We did? That must be the cowardly version of us in an alternate universe because I am not leaving and denying my kids their heritage.”