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Just… there. “You don’t own this anymore.” The darkness explodes. Violent. Unstable. Breaking apart. “No—!” “I take it back.” The words resonate. Deep. Final. Everything shatters. The space cracks open— light tearing through the darkness— ripping it apart— erasing it. He stumbles back— form flickering— unstable. “You can’t—!” he chokes. “I already did.” The darkness collapses around him— consuming— erasing— destroying.

"I was going to be a Kane. I was going to be legitimate. I was going to be someone who finally had a name that didn't taste like ash in my mouth." "And be nothing to me," Anna whispers, her words carrying a heavy, hollow ache. "And be nothing to you," I repeat quietly. I flick the wheel of the silver lighter. A bright orange flame snaps to life in the damp air, casting a sharp glow across my knuckles. I bring the flame down toward the corner of Victor's letter. The heavy paper catches instantly, the edge curling and turning black as the fire devours the formal seal of Kane Industries. I watch the ash blacken, crumble, and drift away on the wind, sinking down into the dark current of the rive

“That is also about payback.” Isla did not deny it. “Payback is what justice looks like when no official room gave you any.” The honesty was ugly and clean at the same time. “I am not your weapon,” I said. “You already are one,” Isla replied. “The only choice left is whether you are a weapon they use, a weapon I use, or a person who refuses both and becomes inconvenient to everybody.” That landed deeper than I wanted it to. I shook my head. “You froze my scholarship.”

"Why haven't you told him?" "Because I don't know what happens after I do." The admission came out rawer than she meant it to. "Maybe he looks at me and sees the same weak girl he rejected, except now she's had the audacity to come back wearing a different name. Maybe the pack decides I lied my way into their territory under false pretenses, and Ironclaw's contract gets voided for fraud, and I've cost my commander a debt worth collecting over one selfish decision to walk through an old orchard instead of staying away from it." She looked up at him. "Or maybe he looks at me and it doesn't matter how strong I've become, because some wounds don't heal just because the person who caused them is

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

Near the back, though, I found a section that had been scored through with heavy black ink, and under the ink was a title in a looping hand. The Rite of Returning. My heart began to pound. "It is a rite. It really was a rite." "It lets a Moonborn's death turn the moon back by one day," Cassian said quietly. "Three things are needed. A Moonborn who dies at the altar under the full moon. A bound Alpha to be the anchor. And a willing second soul to carry the memory across, so that the one who cast it can steer what happens next." He tapped the page. "That is the whole of what survives. The rest was burned."

I want to feel something inside of me beyond this emptiness. “You think I’d let you move on to my brother to ruin his life and happiness the same way you destroyed mine? Over my dead body. You’re poison, Sohla. A dark invasive poison that infects and grows and never lets you go. Once you get into the bloodstream you’re lifelong cancer that can never be fully cured.”

"That rich army brat won't spend a penny on us. Infact, he will make us pennyless for kidnapping his family." "Pennyless AND lifeless." Keith added, causing the sarcastic humor to wipe away from their faces. Moving forward, Keith whipped out a syringe from her pocket and injected into Hazel's neck without giving her any chance to react. "So it's decided. We shall return the girl back with an apology note." ***

A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a schemer…Call me a freak…How can you say that…I'm just unique…“ She turned to the camera and gave it a smirk and small shoulder shrug before she went back to killing the rouges and hunters that filled the place ”What, me a traitor…Ain't got your back…Are we not friends..What's up with that…So I'm a misfit..So I'm a flirt…I broke

David pov Elder Barron’s eyes were wide and red with anger. I could see that he was shaking and trembling with rage. He pointed his index finger at me accusingly. “You are a freak, a curse and a bad omen. You have always been a disgrace to this pack and your family. I reject you as the alpha of this pack.” He screamed at the top of his voice. Hailey snickered and stood up. “I, Hailey Spencer, reject David Barton as my mate.” She said and smiled at Cade, who quickly put his arm around her waist.