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“Scythe of the Seventh, come to your master.” From the darkness above, an even darker shape fell to the ground and I reached out to touch it. It felt cold to the touch and the shadow dissipates to reveal a huge scythe, several times taller than I am. I pick it up and swung it around, testing the weight. It feels a little bit heavy, but nothing that I can’t handle. I twirl it above my head and rush at him, sweeping low and going for his torso. A large hand clamped down on the scythe with incredible speed, jolting me forward into a fist. I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force.

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

Could it be that her annoyance with Marcus wasn’t really annoyance at all—but confusion, deflection, or something even more inconvenient? With a resigned sigh, Celeste scooped up the last bite of her pancit, determined to shake off the thoughts clinging to her. A few minutes later, the two of them left the canteen and made their way to the library, deciding to spend their long free period somewhere quiet. The cool air and hushed atmosphere of the library were a welcome contrast to the lively buzz of the canteen. As they stood at the baggage counter, placing their belongings in the numbered slots, something immediately drew Celeste’s eyes—a familiar stack of books bound by a thin brown leathe

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

“I want to help but this isn’t helping. Your friends are getting sick because their wolves are waking up. They need your support to get them through this.” Chloe’s head tilted in curiosity, blue eyes glittering as the she-wolf considered what Lucas had told her. It was the truth but it was also a distraction. Lucas wasn’t going to take any risks in losing Chloe again. The whole time he was talking, his left hand had slid towards one of the pockets on his slacks to pull out a syringe filled with a sedative. It had been designed by the committee’s witches and healers to subdue even the toughest of shifters. “I have to protect my friend.” Chloe’s wolf spoke up after a few moments and shook her

" I couldn't hold myself back any longer and jumped to my feet. Then, I grabbed a nearby cushion and threw it at him. "Jasper! You are Sasha's father!" How could he be so heartless and send his own daughter for a cryopreservation experiment just because of something Avery said? Yet, Jasper simply frowned and said, "Nothing's happening to Sasha. Avery already said that the program is very safe. Sasha won't die, and she won't have to suffer either. It's good for her. "We'll be able to revive her when we finally return with a larger water source." I didn't know what to say to him anymore. Couldn't Jasper have thought that if the cryopreservation program was really as safe as he said it was, why

I told it, breathless. Its surface shimmered. The reflected scythe that had been swinging toward my face snapped into an angle that sent it back into its own frame. Spider‑cracks raced across the glass as the image hit itself. The real scythe above us—not a full one, just a bitter remnant from another world—hesitated a beat too long for the storm’s liking. The support it hung from groaned audibly in protest. “Every time you make it falter,” Selene called, landing light on a spinning carnival cart, “it ripple‑fails three tiles over. You’re forcing it to re‑calc in real time. It hates that.”

Axel signaled him to come nearer and sit in front of him. “What’s your name and rank?” “I-I’m Sky... and I’m a Psi,” he meekly muttered, pushing his glasses up. Axel understandingly nodded. A Psi, just like Liam. “Good evening to you too, Sky. What do you need?” “W-Well, uh, I just finished reading a book and I-I thought I’d share it with you... Alpha.” Sky gave him the book with shaking hands. He looked down on the cover and read the title: The Anthem of Lycanthropy.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. Just held me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he placed the file in my hands. The name at the top sent a cold rush down my spine. THORNVEIL. My breath caught. He flipped the page, revealing scanned documents—birth records, royal announcements, photos, reports. Luna whispered in my mind, “This is about you.” My eyes moved slowly over the lines, absorbing the impossible truth. Queen Liora went into labor in a neighboring town…

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.