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was no longer a theoretical risk; it was a wildfire. Cassius and Selene had taken a small detachment, including Rhea and Thorne, to London. The "Silent Remnant" was most active in the old European hubs, where the ancient ley lines were now bleeding through the cobblestones. Cassius was working with the remnants of Interpol, trying to build a "Digital Dampener" to prevent the Remnant from using the internet as a carrier wave for their psychological warfare.

But Dad couldn't hear anything I said. Mom pushed Dad aside and carefully gathered my bones into her arms. Her expression was as gentle as when she used to hold me in her embrace. "Zack, don't be afraid. I'm here to take you. I'm here to take you home," she murmured. I could feel my soul being gently lifted. Mom treated me as if I were a rare treasure. Dad tugged at Mom's sleeve. His vision was blurred with tears as he asked, "After the cremation, can you leave his ashes with me?"

"What do you think the future holds?" Damien pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I don't know. But I know I'll face it with you." Aria smiled, her eyes closing. "That's all I ever wanted." But the threat was never far away. Damien received a call from Richard Morse, his voice grim. "Mr. Blackwell, we've confirmed something. Alexander's old network isn't completely gone. There are still remnants out there. We've been tracking them for weeks." Damien's jaw tightened. "What do you need from me?"

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

Jasmine’s POV Exactly five days after the warriors had returned from their attack on Blackmoon Pack, I woke up to yet another unusual day. However, unlike before, I knew exactly why the day was unusual. The previous day, Lena had told me that it was the day of the memorial. The memorial for the members of the Midnight Wolves pack that had died during the massacre. When she had told me about it, I had been unable to resist pulling her into a hug at the look of sorrow on her face.

The silver circlet that had belonged to my mother rested on my dresser, polished to a gleam. As the sun began to sink toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, I knew the time had come. Tonight, Seraphina Blackthorne would finally take her rightful place. And if the Northern Alliance wanted a fight, they were about to discover exactly what they were up against. I thought I should take a few minutes to centre myself by doing a small amount of tai chi. I placed my earbuds in my ears and began playing my music.

In his life. I slid out of bed quietly, my legs still aching from the night before, and padded toward the soft glow coming from the kitchen. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t him leaning against the counter, bare-chested and half in shadow, nursing a glass of water like it might drown his demons. For a moment, I just watched him. Dominic Blackwood wasn’t beautiful in a traditional sense. He was all sharp edges and hard lines. A man built like a weapon, forged in fire and sharpened by circumstance.

" We have to keep them safe, keep our family safe. Diego said, "I know," his voice strained. "But how do we keep them safe when the world we're fighting for is falling apart?" There was silence until Raquel spoke. "The time to act is now." We will lose everything if we wait any longer. A figure dressed in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere, just as they were about to make their next move. Carlos Varela was there, and his eyes were full of fire. His voice was cold and steady when he said, "You're too late." "The world you knew is gone. The time of the werewolves has come, and you are nothing but an obstacle in my way.

Not human. Not entirely. “Ah,” the figure murmured, his gaze sweeping over them. “So you’re the ones who closed the Rift.” Lena’s pulse pounded. Cassian took a step in front of her. “Who are you?” The man tilted his head. “A remnant.” Dorian swore under his breath. Mira tightened her grip on her daggers. “Care to elaborate?” The man’s silver eyes gleamed. “You sealed the Rift. You tore apart its power. But did you truly think that nothing would be left behind?”

Shaped like neither light nor shadow. Instead, it was gray—neutral—balanced precisely between the two. Aria’s chest tightened. “Echo.” Erevan tensed violently. “Impossible. We destroyed it.” The figure stepped closer. Not destroyed. Its voice carried a hollow resonance. I am what remains. “You tried to sever us,” Aria spat. The Echo-Remnant tilted its head. I tried to prevent imbalance. And now imbalance stands before creation itself. Erevan lunged a step forward, shadows cracking the plane beneath him. “Say that again, and I’ll—”