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She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

“Cove, help me! I’m over here!” The stranger pressed a hand over Eli’s mouth. “Quiet, damn it. They’ll hear you.” Eli bit down hard on the stranger’s fingers. The man cursed and yanked his hand away, but he kept moving. Eli could hear footsteps running past them in the dark, more gunshots, people colliding with each other in the panic. “I can’t see,” Eli sobbed. “It’s too dark. Please… please turn on a light. I can’t do this.”

"I'll see, you won't get any results by doing this." Just like him, when I stared into his eyes, life collided at the point where our eyes met. As we continued to stare into each other's eyes without moving, I felt the dark expression in his eyes slowly envelop me. His gaze was strong, sharp and intense, as if I didn't exist. There were moments when I thought I had a dark soul, for the first time my own darkness seemed like light next to the darkness of this strange man in front of me. Feeling my darkness like light... I've never had this feeling before, maybe a stranger... no, I didn't know, because I was in a murderer's house.

At Cole Group, Damien entered the security office. The head of security projected the footage onto a large screen. "This is every camera within three blocks." They watched silently. The stranger appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared. Always staying just outside the clearest camera angles. "Professional," Damien muttered. "Looks that way." The guard switched to another angle. "There." The stranger stopped for exactly three seconds before approaching Aria. "What is he looking at?" The footage zoomed in. Nothing obvious. Just passing traffic. People. Storefronts.

My flame flickered higher, green at the edges, and Catty instantly slid to my side, sword drawn. “Xenia?” she asked, eyes scanning the treeline. The shadows rippled. Something moved. Not wolf. Not man. Too fluid. Too deliberate. Then I saw it—eyes glinting pale silver in the dark, a figure cloaked like the one that had followed before. Only now, they stepped fully into the road. “Queen of fire,” the stranger said, voice smooth as silk over a blade. “You’re walking the wrong way.” CATTY'S POV

The shadow was a black fur, fighting hard against the rogues and finally sank its teeth on the neck of the rogues, but unfortunately, they were three, so the stranger ended up getting wounded. “No!” I screamed in horror, darting forward without thinking twice or checking the consequences of my actions. I grabbed a hard rock and immediately smashed it into the third rogue’s skull. I did it repeatedly until blood filled my hand. Everywhere became quiet as I finished them off. Then I turned my back only to see the stranger, now unconscious. He had dark hair, a well chiseled jaw, and watching him, I could tell he's older than me. Something inside me stirred uncontrollably.

“Don’t worry, honey. No one here bites unless you want them to.” Their laughter trailed into the crowd, leaving me burning with equal parts envy and shame. Then I saw him. Across the haze of bodies, in the low light of the far end of the room, a stranger leaned against the wall as though the chaos bent around him. He wasn’t like the others he wasn’t trying to be seen. And yet, I couldn’t look away. Dark jacket, broad shoulders, eyes that seemed to cut through the crowd and land squarely on me. My stomach knotted. For a moment, I thought I imagined it until he tilted his head, slow, deliberate, like he had been waiting.

The last thing she saw was the stranger standing over her, his eyes flashing with a mix of wolf amber and witch green. Not Ethan, she thought as the darkness took her. Who?

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.