Rwby: Before The Dawn Novels & Stories

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME, SO NOW YOU MUST DIE! I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE ROZARIA!” She rushes forward “NO!” I’m shielded “AGHHHH” no! Dawson, I feel the warm drips of his blood fall on me and a burst of energy flows through me shaking off the groggy feeling I’ve had, Dawson falls and I rush to her with claws extended and claw her from her face down to her navel.

Bryce started up his vehicle and drove away. Up in Lena’s bedroom, the brunette had settled back onto her bed and picked up where she left off in her book. She had literally gotten to the part where Harry had received his letter to Hogwarts when the door to her room opened again and this time it was eighteen year old Dawn Smith who bounced into the room.

**Chapter 88 – Return to Dawn** **March 1–14, 2031 – Private Dragon Aerie to Celestial Court Outpost** The last morning in the aerie begins before the sun does. I wake to the slow, deliberate stroke of Lucian’s thumb across my ring finger, tracing the ruby as if memorizing the way it warms under his touch. The brazier has burned low; embers glow like sleepy hearts in the center of the nest. Outside the transparent walls, the sky is still bruised with night, but the horizon already hints at my light—thin gold bleeding into indigo.

Drake’s POV – I stir awake to the faint echoes of battle still humming through the air. The scent of blood clings to the wind, but the fighting is ending—our men and Baylee’s wolves are finishing off the last of the rogues. It doesn’t take long. When it’s over, Ben taps me, and I open my eyes with a groan, blinking as the sunlight hits me full in the face. “Damn, that’s bright,” I mumble, shielding my eyes. Beside me, Dain groans too, clutching his head as the last traces of poison seep from my body. Caron’s potion is working—cleansing, pushing out the darkness.

When they come face to face, Jose buries his nose in Dawn's neck before looking into her eyes. "Mate." He says softly. Can we see a smile? Come on, I know you can do it. I almost fall backward when his whole face lights up. Dawn's face turns red, and she looks down at her feet. I can see it now. That little lycan pup is going to be wrapped around her finger. Okay, so maybe he's not little, being only about an inch shorter than Wyatt, but in my mind, they're all pups. I pull Wyatt, and we walk over to the new mates.

he nodded and dragged Zia out of the room but right before she went out the door she screamed "You better watch your back Rayne. This isn't over until I say it is"

The cave loomed ahead like the gaping mouth of a monster. Evelyn crouched behind the thick brush, her breathing even, controlled. But inside, her wolf Selene snarled, agitated. The pull of dark magic vibrated in the air, unnatural and cold. Beside her, Damien was utterly still, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the entrance. Around them, the dawn painted the horizon in shades of bruised purple and gray—an eerie prelude to the battle brewing just beyond the ridge.

I shook my head and took a deep breath, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts aside. "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out. It's just that I've never met a werewolf before. I thought they were just a myth." Rhys chuckled. "We're real, sweetheart. And don't worry, I won't hurt you." He reached out and took my hand, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "But my question remains. Do you want to touch?" "To...touch what?" I gasped. "My pecs because you're staring at them." Rhys smirked.

But, as if a switch had been flicked, the scene burst into chaos as howls began to echo off the wall of trees and building behind them until an evocative chorus rose up, becoming louder and louder. If anyone ever asked Lucas to explain what he had witnessed that night, he would admit he had no words for it. Where once human bodies lay wrestling with the throws of their first shift, were now wolves with their thick coats gleaming in the ethereal light of the moon. And in the middle of it all stood Hecate, her blue and gold eyes never leaving Lucas even as her friends crowded her with excited nuzzling and licks of affection. What are you, Chloe? Lucas found himself asking for what felt like th

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."