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Lia’s expression stays composed, but I see approval flicker in her gaze like a blade catching light. Nate turns to Melody. “Check the note. It’ll have a timing mark. She’s obsessed with deadlines.” Melody unrolls it fully. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it. Melody reads, then says it out loud: “Hatch. East line. Midnight.” My blood goes cold. Midnight. That’s less than two hours. My bond pulls hard enough it hurts. And then, another spike. A brutal flash of pain and rage through the bond.

"It's a flaw in your code. I'll make sure to fix that in Version 2.0." --- ### The Final Rewrite The blue light from the sky was growing brighter. The heat was becoming unbearable. Through the glass walls of the garden, I could see the ruins of the world starting to glow as the orbital laser began its "Pre-Heat" phase. "The Seed," the boy said, held out his hand. "Give it to me, and I’ll put you and the Rowan-unit in a special server. A private paradise. Just the two of you, forever. No wars. No hunger. No death."

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

Ash shifts again, his paws moving away from their original places, but still keeping me pinned down. Snow continues to fall at a steady pace, the wind growing slightly and the sky becoming darker. A few minutes after the house lights up Mikki trots out of the forest with Tori, Ally, Vic and Carson with her. They pause at seeing us, but then trot over to the door where they shift and go inside, all murmuring.

The moonlight faded and was replaced by the bright sun rays radiating through the woods. Zev opened his eyes to the sound of the water rushing by the river and the pleasant breeze blowing the leaves and twigs in the vast forest. He put a hand over his eyes to protect them from the sun. It surprised him to find himself in a strange but somehow familiar place. It was not long ago since he drifted to sleep and waking up suddenly with the night sky gone after just a few minutes was already hard to believe. Zev looked around and saw no one beside him.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

Moonlight spilled across the floor, soft and silver. Sleep came slowly. But when it did, it came like a storm. --- The dream began in silence. Then came the growl. Low. Mournful. Agonized. Lydia stood in a cavernous room, lit only by flickering torches mounted to cold, damp stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling like twisted vines. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and damp fur. Every breath burned in her lungs. Ahead of her stood a cage—its black iron bars warped into jagged, unnatural angles. And behind them…

He knocks harder trying to control his urge. “Midnight” Iris says weakly “come here girl” she shoots out just enough magic for midnight to pass through the door. Iris holds Midnight tight trying to calm down. She manages to calm down enough to unlock the door after a little while. “I’m…I’m okay Quinn” her voice shakes. “I’m coming in” he opens the door slowly.

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

I don’t even know how far I fell or how I was rescued. As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I’ve gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.”