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“It means nature is trying to create something it was never meant to. Something forbidden.” Ryan felt his chest tighten. The room suddenly became colder. The doctor gently opened Jax’s eyelid once more. “Look.” Ryan stepped closer. Mike did the same. Jax’s eyes were partly open. The color wasn’t gold. It wasn’t red either. It was blue. A deep, glowing blue. The doctor slowly released his eyelid. “Those are Beta eyes.” Mike blinked. “But you just said…” “I know what I said.” The doctor’s voice became heavier. “An Omega should never have blue eyes.”

I’m going to start with this. They ushered me into a large assembly room where a huge screen dominates the front. I sat at the head of the table, while the rest took the seat on my left and right. I watched as images and graphs flashes across it—reports of werewolves turning blue and even being decapitated. I immediately recognized the familiar blue sickness described in that ancient book. It’s the same thing. I can't be wrong. The book mentioned blue spots on their neck area, and they all have that. It’s an indication that their lifespans have been drained out of them, which caused their deaths.

Five years ago, I married Cassian, the vampire I had grown up with. We had known each other since we were children, and both clans were glad of the match. I believed we would stay beside each other the way we had promised when we were small. Then Cassian fell in love with a human maid. By that time, I was already carrying his child. He turned on his own clan for her anyway and ran off with her to the human world. Everyone was laughing at me. I stayed behind in the vampire territories alone, pregnant, calling Cassian more times than I could count and sending people out to find him. He never came back. In the end, he refused even to hear any news of me. He only had someone deliver a message. "

“Break is almost over. Please step away from my desk so I can work in peace.” She didn’t even look at me this time. Her eyes were glued to the paper in front of her, but I could tell that she wasn’t reading a single word. If I asked her what was written, she wouldn’t be able to say. Still, I leaned in closer, until our faces were just inches apart. She slowly lifted her head and met my eyes. Those eyes of hers—so blue, so deep—sometimes they reminded me of the sea on a stormy night, sometimes like a clear summer sky.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

But he’s not looking at me, either. Chris is glaring at me furiously. His brow is furrowed and his hand doesn’t leave Elliott’s back. I don’t blame him. I glance at Erik, but he doesn’t speak. He just studies the circle, then my hands. They’re still shaking. The burn on the forest floor glows faintly. Not red or orange, but that same unnatural blue. Like the Veil spat it out. We move on quickly after that and no one asks me to try the spell again.

This wasn’t supposed to be a social call, even if my mother wanted to make it one. “Oh, yes, he is fine. Shocking to find out he was part Ancient One too, but he’s settling in rather well, actually. Has to have someone keep a close eye on him, but outside of that, he is in no danger, dear,” my mother happily chirped away. Rem let out a low humming sound in his throat. “His supernatural blood isn’t awakened, so I’m surprised any of you knew that,” he mumbled. “Not awakened?” My mother asked, sounding thoughtful. “Are you sure, dear? His eyes sort of gave him away, when I got a look at him.”

Tears well up in my eyes again, that is all I feel like I am doing at the minute. We part ways and we get into our positions in the ritual circle. Scarlet takes a deep breath and starts to chant the words that will start the sacrifice. This time as she chants a light blue light starts to flow through the objects which connects them all together. While Scarlet is chanting the blue light then travels around her and up it goes it even makes her hair rise like the blue light is creating a breeze and it keeps travelling into the night sky.

“I made sure Avery Peck would no longer be a problem for any shifter.” Blue’s expression turned to stone as he stared at me, mouth agape. He was clearly familiar with the name. “You’ve heard the name?” I asked. “Creepy looking guy. Scar running down his face,” Blue said as he traced his finger from the crown of his forehead down over his eye and followed the curve of his face until he hit the chin. I nodded. “The one and the same.” “Shit, this is crazy.” Blue leaned back on his elbows. The old railing creeped and groaned under his weight.

They silently approach, making a circle around us. Before I can register the movement, Imogene is hit with a blue beam, but it’s different somehow. It’s a darker blue than I’ve ever seen and seems to rip a hole through her. More blue beams follow, identical to the first one. I see Owlyn step out of the shadows, and she nods at me. Her hands focus on me, and my arms raise without my doing so. I focus my hands toward Imogene and let loose, the same dark blue beam coming from me.