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“You can’t silence what’s alive, Sira. You can’t cage awakening.” Sira raised her staff high. The runes in the floor flared blue, cutting across Krishna’s path like lines of cold fire. “Then I will seal it. Whatever this infection is, it will not consume the last sanctuary of this world.” And then the Citadel screamed. It was not sound but vibration, a deep, seismic pulse that rippled through the stones. The blue light shattered, twisting into white. Sira stumbled, her staff flickering out. Vhar caught the edge of his seat as the runes went wild, crawling up the walls like living veins of light.

Before she could finish, we heard a thud. Rourke had collapsed. Betsy screamed. "Rourke? Wake up, Rourke! Julius, you useless child, what are you standing there for? Your father’s passed out, hurry up and call an ambulance!" Deciding that it would take too long to wait for an ambulance, Julius got his father into the car and made his way to the hospital. I followed closely behind.

Safer for all of them. Riven swallowed hard, his throat dry. Void help me. I almost agreed with Kaine. Almost. The memory of it sat bitter in the back of his mind. That flicker of doubt. That split-second moment at the edge of the fracture, watching the world twist in her hands, watching the planet itself breathe for the first time in an eternity. Is this a death sentence? For her. For them. For reality. Or. His gaze flicked back to Mae. Or is this the one impossible shot at undoing everything that broke? Galaxies, plural, on the edge of collapse. Civilizations that had long given up. The fracture had destroyed more than just planets. It destroyed hope. And yet. There she is. Alive. Small. C

Stars blazed overhead. Behind us, Sanctum erupted. A wave of light shot up into the sky. The explosion didn't scream. It sighed. Like something ancient finally exhaling. Like an old god giving up its throne. We fell into the snow, panting, as the ridge cracked and part of the mountain collapsed behind us. Subject 13 coughed blood. Null flickered dimly. Kieran rolled onto his back, arm shielding his eyes. I lay still. Watching the Heart die. Watching the last place that tried to rewrite me burn to ash.

Annabel shoved soup into my hands with this look like she might cry if I didn’t eat every spoonful. I love them. I needed them. But now, I’m alone again. There’s rain against the window, and the smell of jasmine tea curls like a ghost around my desk. I should rest. But instead, I write. Because if I don’t, I think I might drown in the silence. Things I know for sure: The Rift resets after midnight. Every beast, every wound, every second of battle—it loops like a cursed dream. We’re stuck in a punishment with no exit.

He looked exhausted, his wrists bleeding, his face etched with a despair that broke my heart. “Selene?” he gasped. “I found it, Ronan! I know how to kill him!” I reached out, my fingers brushing the surface of the rift. It felt like cold glass. “I’m going to get us out of here! I’m going to end this!” The rift began to shrink. The library around me was dissolving into ash, the books turning to smoke. Ronan’s image faded, his voice becoming a distant echo. “Take care, Selene… I’m going to miss you so much.”

“If she breaks, if she gives in—we end this, Elias. Even if it means killing her.” Elias’s glare snapped to him, murderous. “I will never kill her.” “You may not have a choice.” --- And then—silence. The Rift imploded with a deafening blast. Serena’s image shattered like glass. Fenris’s essence was sucked inward, swallowed whole. The battlefield collapsed into ruin, a crater of ash and silence. For one breathless moment, it was as though nothing remained. And then—light. The clouds tore open, revealing the moon. But it was no longer silver. It burned black, a void where light should be.

The Valkyrie pack's name was ruined after this incident, and Grote, the Alpha, vanished. A month later, they found him on a cliff by the sea. He was nothing but skin and bones. His mind had shattered, and his eyes were empty. He murmured my name over and over, showing no trace of the Alpha he'd been. He had completely lost his mind. … After the ceremony, Shane wanted to ease my spirits, so he took me to a seaside retreat to recover. I didn't refuse. I'd loved the wrong wolf for seven years. I didn't want to fail Shane again after all the waiting he'd done.

"We have to catch him before he reaches the Rift." The Rift was the center of the Dead Zone. It was the tear in reality where the Primevals had crawled out. We crested a hill of ash. There he was. Victor stood at the edge of a massive canyon. The Rift glowed with a sickly green light at the bottom. Hundreds of Primevals were gathered there. They were trying to retreat back into the earth. Victor stood on the cliff edge. He looked down at them like a god judging insects. He raised his hands.