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I feel Amy coiling, trembling, waiting for permission I do not yet give. I step forward, not to him. Not to the Hollow King. I step into the center of the clearing, where shadows and moonlight mix, and I let myself taste the magnitude of what I hold. It is terrifying. Beautiful. Absolute. I realize then that this is not just about Collins. Not just about the pack. Not about power or survival. It is about who I am willing to be. And if I make the wrong choice, it will not be just my soul that burns.

Protector's Choice Marissa moved through the pack territory like a shadow, magical items concealed in her pockets, determination darkening her aura. Her mission was simple in her mind – find Matthew and his hybrid son, convince him to let her perform the purification ritual, save the child from his mixed heritage. "This is for the boy's own good," she muttered, clutching the spelled herbs the dark practitioner had provided. "He'll be stronger with pure blood. Matthew will understand once he sees."

shifted. "We’re all 'Glitches,'" Silas whispered, looking at his own hands. "Even the ones we thought were 'Innocent.'" The Curator straightened his coat, a smug, silver smile returning to his face. "Exactly, Mr. Silas. Everyone in this world is a 'Product' of their own greed. Why fight for a 'Purity' that doesn't exist? Accept the 'Sponsorship.' Let us turn this 'Scrap-Heap' into a 'Gold-Mine.'"

‎He thought she didn’t want someone rivaling her power… her immortality… as the holy maiden. But he was mistaken. He had grown adept at reading too much into people’s thoughts and expressions. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that Azael had never believed in the goodness of others. To him, every act of pity, every gesture of kindness, was only a mask—beneath it lurked something darker. ‎He had been a child scorned for his origin. ‎A child born of darkness. ‎She had been his only light. ‎At first, he thought he could use her for his own gain.

“You’ve always trusted me, haven’t you?” The brief moment of hesitation before her nod angers me terribly, but I withhold myself from harming her for her brief display of ingratitude and disloyalty. She is needed, after all. “Scyla. Come in.” I have done a wonderful job of dressing the Lamashtu demon as a respectable person with the knowledge of medication and a bit of the mythical scientific arts. She looks almost believable. “This is Dr. Scyla. She will be in charge of taking you through the process of purification and empowerment.”

"Yes, someone like you. One that stands out without anything extra. One with such a pure aura, almost angelic. And don't get me started with those eyes." I shook my head, "No. I guess it's because I'm an omega. it has always been like this. Wolves sense weaker wolves like a burnt pie." Skylar whirled around towards me and pulled her shades off, taking me by surprise. "You are so clueless. It's sad." She muttered as she pulled me to seat on a pink cushion in the private area. She was confusing me. "You may need to be much clearer than that if you want me to understand a thing that you are saying, Skylar."

Garrett’s eyes flickered. "Grandson?" Garrett asked. "You brought the boy?" "He is safe," I said. "Far away from your needles and your cages." "You misunderstand me Elara," Garrett said. He took a sip of his drink. "Project Purity is not about cages. It is about freedom. Freedom from the curse." "It is not a curse," Kael spoke up. His voice was deep and rumbling. "It is a gift." Garrett looked at Kael with disdain.

They were forcing the Pure to choose—take true form and be vulnerable, or dissipate entirely. "This isn't over," the lead Pure hissed as its pattern began unraveling. "Others know what the child is. What she can become. The Original Council, the remaining purist packs, even humans who remember the old stories. They'll all come." "Then we'll face them," I said, standing despite exhaustion. "As family." The Pure dissolved entirely, leaving only Ashley—my cousin, Amaya's daughter, traumatized but truly herself for the first time. She looked up at me with eyes that were definitely Amaya's shape but held something her mother never had—innocence.

But I only found fear, disgust, and disappointment. Even Marcus was shaking his head. "Harper… how could you do something like this?" Despair washed over me like a tidal wave. No one believed me. Damon took a deep breath, like he was making a painful decision. "Take Harper to the center of the pack circle!" "What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Perform the purification ritual!" The Purification Ritual. The ultimate shame, reserved only for traitors and dark magic users. A few of the senior warriors hesitated, but they still moved toward me.

I reach for a skull—a real one. There's silence, just her searching for words. "Death." Silence. I place the skull back among the others, revering what amazing ornaments the Contis make. "None of that matters," she finally says. "Only this does." My brows pull together. I turn, and behold: Purity's sitting on my office table, legs angled and spread—stark naked.