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“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning. And I wasn’t done writing it yet.

Where is Liyana? I looked like a warrior with my uniform on. I left the cloak laying on the bed because I wasn’t going anywhere. Placing the weapons in their designated places I gave Neveah a gentle kiss on her forehead before I left the room making my way towards the living room. Descending down the stairs I could hear talking but it stopped once I entered. Everyone was standing but the old man was sipping on a glass of whisky sitting crossed legs. The Aaliyah they knew or thought they knew was gone once I saw the look the old man gave me. “Everyone, Aaliyah……the Shadow of Death.” The old man announced standing up walking over to me, standing next to me.

************ ★★★★ 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."*

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

She had almost forgotten about her existence. *Hmmm…. I don’t know how we will save The Lycan World either but I can help you get free of the shackles. All you need to do is give me partial control.* Vivian drew in a deep breath and she let Rewa take control. A warm liquid course through the veins of her hand as they got covered in fur. The muscles on her arms bulged, tearing the leather jacket she was wearing, and just like that, the shackles snapped open.

“My guess is that you are planning to run away but a Rogue life is not for you, let me to speak to my Alpha and I will see what I can do” Crap! If I was that predictable then Damien probably knew too. But why should I care about Damien knowing the truth or not. He has Vivan. Vivan is our future Luna. I feel a cold shiver at the very thought of having to obey Vivian and shake the thought away. “Why do you want to help me? I’m not from your pack” Shaun shrugs his shoulders. His grey eyes are bright as they gaze at me, he doesn’t blink and then tells me that I have beautiful eyes.

“No, it really is Tyler, I can put you on video chat if you don’t believe me. Look Cynthia gave me a copy of your book, and I have to tell you, I’m obsessed. I couldn’t put it down and I think your story is incredible. I wanted to know if you could meet with me and some other people about making it into a script and eventually a movie. I also wanted to know if everyone in the story can play themselves, everyone living and able that is.” My whole mind went blank, I had been staring at Carter and the next thing I knew I was blacking out and falling to the floor. I woke up and Javi was standing over me, waving a paper plate in my face for air. My eyes bulged out of my head when I realized I dro

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.