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I asked. “I don’t know man. She just growls and leaves whenever I get close. I tried to chase her once, but she lost me.” Shad said. “Well, don’t go down there now. You have no idea what those Gods and Goddesses will do to you.” I said. “Why would they do anything to me? They have seen us before and never cared.” Shad said. “You mess with a she wolf while they are all around a New Goddess and shit might hit the fan.” I pointed out.

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“Go to hell with your second chance. I like the one I’ve got right here.” What’s with criminals and being dumb? Frank moved his hands from the table, utterly disappointed. “Honestly, Mr Shade,” he said to him. “That’s a very poor choice you’ve made.” Shady looked at him with scorn. “The name’s Shady, not Mr Shade,” he muttered in annoyance, feeling disgusted by his actual name. “I ain’t gonna warn you no more.”

He smiled, happy that his pups were at peace now that they have their mother. “Shawna I.” “Don't Shadow, not right now. You have your… wife, I mean mate and I'm sure she needs you. I will be fine, you don't have to worry about me or the boys, I got this.” “Shawna baby, please, don't do this, I just need some time to.” “Shadow, please I need you, I think one of the claws is bleeding again.” Shaid, said weakly. Shawna looked pass Shadow, to stare at a frighten Shaid. She looked like she was about to shit herself. Shawna smiled because she knew that the bitch was afraid that she would tell Shadow everything she did before that monster took over her body.

Shade said, her brows furrowed. Her silver gaze pinned me with fiery accusation. Shade was almost as tall as me. She had bright silver hair that was cut in a mohawk style. I heaved a sigh and rubbed my tired eyes, my exhaustion hitting me hard. Seeing Ava had drained me of my energy. The guilt that had been eating away at my dark soul had taken a bigger bite today. It had left me feeling achy and empty. Nonetheless, I didn't want Shade to know about this. If she knew that my fated mate was somewhere within the pack house, she wouldn't hesitate to assassinate her. She was the type of woman who would do everything to have her own way. This was what made her extremely dangerous.

“I even got to meet the Caden brothers in real life.. Y’all are the standards in lots of homes.. Successful..” “Um.. Zade, right?” I had to stop him before he got too far and mention my parents. “I appreciate that you love my family.. That is really nice. Thank you.” I shook his hands and walked away. I was pretty pissed about not hearing from Astrid throughout the day, so I had to keep my head in check. “We want everyone to face their fears tonight!!! If there is someone you like, have feelings for, or wanna fuck!!! Go and face your fears by telling them!!!”

She wore only a thin silk robe. She heard footsteps. Kai stepped out from the shadows. He wore only swim shorts. His tattoos looked even darker in the moonlight. His body was strong and lean. “You shouldn’t be here,” Aria whispered, but she didn’t move. Kai walked closer. The water lapped gently at his feet. “I couldn’t stay away. Not after I saw you today. Not after I remembered how you moaned to my pleasure that night.” Aria’s breath hitched. “That was months ago. Before I even knew David. It was supposed to be one night.”

Gasping, she stumbled back, her hand gripping my arm tightly, nails digging into my skin. “Baby," I said softly, turning to her, “The shade will not hurt you. It is bound to me. It obeys my commands and mine alone.” Her gaze flicked to the shade, then back to me, her grip tightening. “It is horrifying,” she whispered. “It is a tool,” I said firmly. “Nothing more. It will teach you. It will not go easily, but it will not harm you. You will learn to fight, Bella, to defend yourself against anything. Even him.”

Spills out. I sink onto the log. And I shatter. It's not pretty crying. There's nothing delicate or graceful about it.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.