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Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice. She laughed bitterly, exposing rotten teeth.So close was she that Mrs Feeney could smell the scent of death on her.How long had her mortal remains been buried, for it to have the smell of grave rot in her spirit form? “So, old woman, you can see me?Truly an interesting turn of events.Tell me, are you the one protecting her?” “I owe you no explanation,”Mrs Feeney replied more forcefully.“You do not belong in this world!” She took a few steps closer and Mrs Feeney could see her more clearly.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

“The minor clans are diminishing, Lightning. We are meant to protect them. Your pack has been doing the opposite.” “And?” “Your wolves have been raiding them. Torturing them. Leaving them to die. It ends now.” I didn’t blink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Explain,” my father said to Kill. Kill cleared his throat. “Two months ago, the Crescent Shadow Pack was raided. They named the Nightcrawlers. In the last two nights alone, five minor clans have been destroyed.” Five. I kept my expression neutral. “The Nightcrawlers do not waste time on scraps,” I said coldly. “We hunt major clans. We take real prizes. If someone is attacking minor packs, it isn’t me.”

Chance lifted me and carried me over to the satin covered couch and sat with me as his eyes ran over my neck. "The skin is gray and black and appears to be dead and spreading. I've only seen this type of magic during our war and it was," he stopped and bit his lip. I smiled through the pain and felt my reaper mist spread up around my blackened skin like it was trying to heal it. Chance watched in shock and smiled quickly.

"Is that like super rare?" "A double mate is more than rare. There have only been two documented cases in all of werewolf history. Second chance mates are more common, but still unusual." I studied her face, looking for any sign that she understood how unprecedented this was. "You do seem to be full of surprises, Rae Vale." She moved toward the door. "I should go. Before Kieran starts to worry. But please, I need to catch this killer." The mention of his name made my jaw tighten. "What about me? You seem to care a lot about Duskmoor."

The demon hisses, looking frantically out the windows for any signs of the creatures. Oh, f**k me. Crawlers were a type of hunting beast, trackers, like blood hounds. They lived in The Deadlands of The Underworld, forbidden to enter The Mortal Realm because they were deadly and unpredictable. Crawlers were about the size of a six foot tall human with enhanced speed and strength, and looked like pinkish/red lizards minus the tail. They have no visible eyes, smooth skin, and have four inch claws that could easily shred flesh like pulled pork. Not to mention the mouth of razor sharp teeth they have and the five foot tongue they shot out like a freaking frog. I do not want to meet a Crawler even

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My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?