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Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

Madam Bones shouted, planting her feet firmly and launching a palm strike toward Sebastian, accompanied by a terrifying black mist. This palm strike was laden with corpse poison, and one hit would be fatal. However, Sebastian gave her no chance. As soon as she struck, he thrust the sword forward, piercing Ghost Shadow's chest. With a swift kick to the hilt, the sword drove through his chest, and blood sprayed out. Ghost Shadow screamed, and his body flung backward to the floor. Clutching his chest in agony, he knew the poison on his sword well. It would swiftly destroy his internal organs and vital points.

Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’ The night air was sharp with sea salt and memory, Enzo stood at the edge of the pier, hands in his coat pockets, watching the shadows dance across the warehouse district. The same docks where shipments once moved in silence under the veil of moonlight. Where loyalty was currency and betrayal cost blood. He hadn’t set foot here in years—not since he chose a different path. A better one.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

Roy opened the door to find Willow standing amid a broken pile of glass shards, a chair still clutched in her hands. “I’m hurt. Take me to the emergency room.” Without breaking eye contact with Roy, Willow extended her arm to show a deep gash. Roy was livid. He had never seen Willow so defiant. “Fine. I’ll take you!” Roy gritted his teeth. The rain began to pour as they drove away, growing more intense with each passing moment. Neither of them spoke, their silence weighing down with unspoken words. Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white.

I launched forward, fists glowing, and with a single punch, collided with the shadow. An explosion erupted on impact, blasting me backward and shaking the battlefield. When the dust cleared and I blinked through the debris, I saw the shadow disintegrating into glowing ash, carried away by the wind. “Not bad,” Darius called from atop a nearby cliff, staring down at me. “But let’s see if you can survive what comes next.” As his voice echoed through the valley, the scattered bones around me began to rattle and move. One by one, they fused together, forming a towering monster made entirely of bones.

3: Blood on the Ice At dawn, we crossed the ravine. Tavrin found a narrow pass hidden beneath an overhang of stone and frost. We moved silently, eyes always scanning. The Bone Verge revealed itself slowly the trees disappeared entirely, replaced by monoliths of ice and bone rising from the earth like the ribs of dead gods. It was there, among the frozen ruins, that the first attack came. Shadow-wolves.

Chapter 87 3rd POV The wendigos crept forward as liquid shadow ‚ their eyes glowing brighter with each step they took into the moonlight. Their skeletal bodies twisted unnaturally ‚ long limbs tipped with claws that looked capable of slicing through steel. The air grew colder than the dead of winter‚ frost crawling across the forest floor as their presence pressed in closer.. Sharon’s breath misted into the frigid air‚ her fingers trembling not with fear‚ but with a strange and hungry power surging through her veins. It felt as though the forest itself had awakened inside her‚ feeding that wild current.

"I know. I still need an eternity to get glammed up and slip into my dress. You go on with James. Don't keep Mom and the Elders waiting—you know how pumped she is to see him." Right on cue, the head of the guards outside announced that the old Luna was already on her way, clearing any doubts Malcolm had left. "Be quick," he said, scooping up James and heading for the door. Elaine, looking pleased as punch, straightened her silver gown and tossed a snooty scoff my way. "Malcolm, James, and I are the real deal—a family of three. Someone like you, who can't even have pups, has no business standing next to Malcolm."

The Shadowline By Friday, the town had already twisted Sophie into something else. Something easier to forget. Her name wasn't mentioned out loud, not in the halls, not in the diner, not even during the long, sagging sermons on Sunday. There was no funeral. There never was. Black Salt didn’t bury what it couldn’t explain. But the Bone House held her.