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[Primus] I wasn’t sure what the voice meant at first. Nor did I know if I could trust it. How do I lean into shadows? Do I fall backward into the burning net? Do I turn sideways into the darkness of the room? “You’re overthinking,” the shadow man speaks again.“Just let go.” Let go of what? My anger? My suffering? "Your body," the darkness the voices in my mind. "Imagine yourself floating free of all of this. Think of your soul as being anchored to your feet and your head and just imagine peeling it back one small measure at a time."

The night had taken an eternity to pass and Jessica had caught a fever because of the constant anxiety. She was shaking terribly. Her eyes burned and begged for rest but her brain refused. She had been lying in her bed with her eyes wide open. The paranoia of an unseen creep stalking her from the shadows to do god knows what was too much for the woman. It was a bright morning with a lot of activity in the neighborhood yet she was cooped up inside her dark room. After what had happened at work, her boss and colleagues would do well to expect her to take another day off. She had hoped that the sunrise would bring her some relief but she was wrong.

************ ★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★ Damon sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light of the room casting long shadows over the pages of his brother’s diary. He smiled as he's brother write down all the happy memories they all shared together. Everything was well detailed, even if you weren't there you can still know everything that happened. But soon something caught his eye, his hands trembled slightly as he turned the page, his breath catching in his throat as he read the words scrawled in his brother’s handwriting. Each sentence felt like a dagger to his heart, twisting deeper with every revelation. *"I finally joined The Shadows today, very soon the company will be all mine."*

Her reputation was restored, and the university issued her a new letter of recommendation, allowing her to continue her application to study abroad if she wished to pursue her education. Chastity once lamented at Roy’s bedside that a psychic had warned her of a fatal attraction in her son’s life, whom she always thought was Melanie. Little did she know that she had invited that fate into their lives herself. Willow observed Roy’s increasingly gaunt face, her beliefs shifting to the supernatural. She wondered if she was cursed. She had endured two years of watching her father suffer in a hospital bed, and now, she faced the same ordeal with Roy. She would give anything to have him alive and w

I reach out to shake back, and I am instantly put at ease in a calm state. I try to think back to what Lewana told me about the shadows, and she mentioned that one of them is sleep. No wonder he can make business deals so quickly. Puts people at ease, uses the shadows to whisper in their ears about how he is better than others. If they possess others, they can create conflict and doubt, so people think he has the safer and better deal.

The ritual. The luminous pool. The sudden agony—like something breaking free within me. “You’re lying.” Yet my voice trembled. Shadow-Me advanced, and the world around her dimmed. Even the crickets fell silent. The trees recoiled from her presence. "I embody all that you repress," she murmured. "Your fears. Your anger. Your uncertainties. I represent the part of you that endures by any means necessary." I stepped back, my breath hitching. "No... I am nothing like you."

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

Light and flame tangled together, writhing, fighting for dominance. Pain tore through me, but I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. “This is who I am,” I whispered. “Not perfect. Not divine. Just human.” The reflection screamed, her voice echoing through the darkness. “You can’t destroy me!” “I don’t have to.” I met her eyes, and for a heartbeat, saw the fear flicker behind them. “I can forgive you.” Her expression twisted—not rage this time, but confusion. “What?” “You’re not my enemy,” I said. “You’re my shadow. You exist because I was too afraid to face myself. But I’m not afraid anymore.”

Suddenly the forest didn't feel quiet anymore. It felt like it was watching us. I folded my arms against the chill. "The Pure Claw is scattered. Who would do this?" No one answered. The silence felt worse. --- Drakon's cabin smelled of cedar smoke and old paper. He crossed to a chest near the wall and pulled out a worn leather journal – the Shadow's journal. Drakon hesitated only briefly before opening it. The pages were crowded with harsh handwriting and sketches of symbols that made my stomach tighten again.

Pages from my mother's journal. That was Shadow-Rot, a toxin and knock killing poison, known to be used by one pack… the shadow pack.. It doesn't burn its victim fast, instead, it rotted them from the inside out… from their muscles to their nerves to their bones, until their healing couldn't keep up. Even for an Alpha. I'd read it in my mother's journal, a wolf screamed for four days straight before his lungs gave out. “Lucien,” I whispered, terror slicing through me. “Your blood—”