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Fearing the worst, she called a cab and headed directly to the base with Sarah right behind her. Upon getting there she met Ty watching some chaos unfurl a little in front of them. Unlike most werewolf packs in the area that had their hideouts in bars or churches or restaurants, the shadow rock pack had theirs in a sort of neighbourhood. It lent itself well to the family image they depicted all so well. It was right at the edge of town beside a large stream of water.

I had heard rumours of a book that was hidden here, a book that held the secrets of my kind. I searched the shelves, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw it. A book with a cover made of black leather, adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. “The history of the lycanthropic dragons” I pulled the book down, my hands shaking with excitement. I opened the cover and began to read. Arwan walked forward, “What are you doing?” “Reading books, I need to know more and understand more about myself. Everything is blurry right now, I can't control my powers without understanding it.” I responded calmly.

A broken Forever shined back and forth *** We are close to the end of Book 1. I will start loading book 2 in this same book so you can just flip right into it. It is already completed and I’ll keep with updating about 5 chapters a day. Thank you all so much that have read this far and I hope you enjoyed. Adding book to your library and gems help me as an author to promote book and rankings. Thank you for all that have already done this :) I have more books on W A T T PAD that you can read for free if you want to check out too. Phoebe Phoenix is my pen name and these books titles are there too (they aren’t free to read though) if you want to check out other works by me. ***

“She told me that I would want to give up. That others would try to dim the light in me. That I’d be called names. ‘Shadow. Curse. Ghost.’ She said all of that. As if she knew.” Ryker didn’t move, barely breathed. Trixie lifted her eyes. “But she said, ‘You are not a shadow. You are not my ghost. You are my dawn. My blood. The fire they’ll never tame.’” Her lips trembled. “And then she kissed my forehead. She bled on my ribbon. And she whispered, ‘Wait for the light. Be the light, if it never comes.’” Tears slid down her cheeks. “And then she was gone.”

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> CHAPTER ONE SLUM LIFE The warmth of the stone was a small mercy against the killing chill of the Lowcrest Shadowveil. Xalara Silvyn—though she knew herself only as Xalara, bastard-born and orphaned before she could walk—pressed the smooth river rock between her palms and summoned the whisper of magic that lived beneath her skin. Not with intention, but instinct—the way her lungs drew breath or her eyes blinked against the ash that perpetually rained from the factories that ringed the slum's borders. The stone's temperature rose slowly, heat seeping into her threadbare gloves, the worn leather cracked and stained with years of grime.

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.

Then, with a deafening crack, the shadowy figure let out a roar, and Ethan was thrown backward, his body crashing into the ground. “Ethan!” Sasha screamed, scrambling toward him. The shadowy figure turned its burning eyes on her, and the doppelgänger’s voice echoed in her mind, a chilling whisper. “Choose, Sasha. Before it’s too late.” The chapter ended with the shadow closing in on Sasha, her desperate scream piercing the air as the world around her seemed to collapse.

"Speak quickly, for I have little patience today." Matt knelt, bowing his head. "My Alpha, I bring terrible news from the Dark Knight pack. Xavier is dead, and the messenger is on his way to deliver a message from their Alpha. A threat..." The Silver Moon Alpha gritted his teeth, his claws extending involuntarily. "I see." He growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Then I suppose we shall hear what this 'messenger' has to say. But know this, Matt, if this is some trick of the Dark Knight Alpha, your head will roll before theirs."

“But if you do something stupid, I swear I’ll kick your ass.” A small smile plays on his lips, and for a second, the weight of the moment lifts. “That’s my girl.” Maxwell makes a mocking sound behind us, but I ignore him. “So now what?” I ask, my voice steadier than I expected. “Now, we prepare,” Shadow replies, letting go of me and moving toward a small wooden chest in the corner. He opens it to reveal a collection of makeshift weapons—knives, iron rods, even a couple of jars filled with some dark liquid I don’t even want to ask about.