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CHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATH Lyra woke up cold. Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife.

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to mel

That we would all kneel? I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close.

My business is to make sure that before all of this is said and done, the three of them are six feet under. It’s almost fully dark out by now, and I stare out the window with my arms crossed under my breasts. A twin pair of headlights passes by in the parking lot outside, illuminating the room. As the two beams drift across me, they light up the ceiling and the wall. Except for a splotch of darkness in the corner that the light can’t seem to penetrate at all. A shadow. And not a natural one. I barely manage to scream out, “Frost!” before the living shadow lunges right for me.

In a world where werewolves thrive, Ava, a gentle and timid omega, finds herself rejected by her mate, Alpha Jared, for her perceived weakness. Heartbroken, she seeks solace in a neighboring pack, where she unexpectedly finds a new connection and becomes entangled with another mate. But when news reaches Jared about Ava's newfound happiness, he realizes the mistake he made and is determined to win her back. As unforgiving situations unfold, Ava must navigate her feelings and make a difficult choice between her past and a potential future filled with love and redemption. She could also be selfish and have them both right? What happens when things doesn't go as planned?

He realized that he had made a shovel fall to the floor. “Who is it?” A guard’s voice emerged from inside the room with the cocking sound of an AK. Adam felt his blood abandon his head.

Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered. Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”

Hell, if she could give us even a couple words of how the hell to help her, I would be forever grateful. Closing my eyes, I regulated my breathing and wrapped my arms around her. We both were wet and in full clothes but I just pushed all the extra distractions out of my mind. My focus had to be on the shadows. The darkness that was eking out of her and that blanketed us. Accepting that it wasn’t just a trick of my eyes and that I could feel them as I could the water. Then, I just thought of pulling the shadows off of her; taking her burden and putting it on my own shoulders.

“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.”

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands