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I couldn't even smell her scent so I couldn't follow her. That night I couldn't get her off my mind, sleep was not an option. I need to find out who she is and why I am having a hard time detecting what she is. My wolf said she is a werewolf but I can't smell her wolf on her at all. Shadow thinks that she has no clue what she is. He also thinks that she was never part of a pack as we can't detect any pack scent on her either. Witch I guess would have made scents on why she has no wolf yet if she has never been around our kind she would develop at a much slower pace than the rest of us.

a low dangerous voice commented from their right side. The slayers turned fast as one of the trees swung out to be revealed as the Gray Shadow's legs. He was shirtless revealing a hard, cut physique like gray marble. A fresh wound in his right pectoral oozed blood down his front in a hot crimson river. His fingers flexed, then slowly closed at his sides into fists. The thick tendons running down his powerful arms popped up, flexing with the promise of death in their motion.

“…You’re my SHADOW. So, you fucking STAY as one!” Black tendrils spread from her shadow onto Nozomi. It wrapped around Nozomi's arms as it climbed up to her face. It also spread down her torso to her legs. The more the tendrils consumed Nozomi, the more the shadow melted away, as if they were melding into one.

" Cara come with me , take your left path and you will get to know what you are looking for , happiness , joy , love and never pain in your life . Who are you and why should I listen to you ? Cara asked with a fright and felt her soul being pulled in both sides . " I am you cara, I am in your heart i chose you and I am the shadow that lives deep in your heart ." Follow me ,The shadow stood proudly with a smile and wore the attire of a long black dress , her ears had horns and she was all dark just like the shadow and darkness itself.... Silence emerge ..

She sounded hurt. “Roy…” Willow cocked her head back to see Roy getting out of the car. He was fast approaching with a frown. “Roy.” Sierra held Roy’s arm and whimpered, “I don’t know what I did to upset Willow. She just attacked me…” Roy turned to Willow. “Willow–” “Splash!” Willow dumped her unfinished cup of coffee on Roy. A brown liquid trailed along his chin, dripping down his neck. Roy’s expression gave nothing away, but Cameron, acting as his chauffeur, was horrified. No one would have the nerve to get on Roy’s nerves.

she tells me once again. I think about it for a while. Fate. I'm one who believes in that more than any other person, and I remember clearly my talks with Vanessa on this subject. I used to be the big head, but now I say it's a bit hard to think it's not my fault. However, the consolation is needed as I don't want to start spiraling back into that place where I felt depressed and haunted myself. "You have to be very careful this time around from now on," she tells me again. "The Shadow Clan is getting more and more serious and even desperate. They won't send me now if I won't do it, and it's clear that I won't," she says.

“Would we be able to identify the Shadow?” “Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.”

"Because we stopped apologizing for the shadows, Cassie. We just turned on the lights." As the jazz quartet swelled in the distance and the community continued to celebrate their archivist, I looked at the photograph of the bound hands resting directly across from us. The iron grip of the Dominant, the absolute trust of the submissive. It was the architecture of our entire world, captured perfectly in silver gelatin. And standing there, anchored by the magnificent, unyielding gravity of Victor St. Clair, I knew our exhibition had only just begun.

Trust your own judgment—your Shadow will never disappoint you. I firmly believe this, and I hope you can believe it too.]"

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.