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“Nora…” She stepped closer. “We found the shard” “Don’t… use it,” he said, each word forced. “The crown… broken… too much power.” Grayson instinctively raised his weapon. “He’s not real.” Kael’s head turned toward him, and for the briefest moment, his gaze was sharp, alive. “You don’t understand. The world’s splintering. You have to” The image flickered violently. Energy surged through the shelter, throwing sparks into the fire. Nora lunged forward, trying to stabilize the connection, but the light ripped apart, leaving only silence.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

I choked on a sob. “And now everything is ruined.” He looked at me with eyes that seemed to break under the weight of the truth. “No,” he said softly. “No, Althea. Nothing is ruined. Just… different.” But that wasn’t true. Everything was ruined. Everything. My marriage. My trust. My sanity. My sense of reality. My soul. And worst of all The look in Darius’s eyes told me the truth had broken him too. And the most terrifying part? Even through the devastation

I pushed harder, stretching my awareness as far as it could go. Nothing. There was nothing. No artificial interference of any kind. The fog was not being generated by machines. The vehicles had not been disabled by any device I could detect. This was something else entirely. Something beyond my expertise. Kael's voice broke through my thoughts. "This woman is crazy. We are not playing her games. We are leaving this place without dealing with this bullshit." The ground began to shake. A low rumble built beneath our feet, growing louder and more intense with each passing second. Then the growling started. Deep, guttural sounds coming from every direction, surrounding us, closing in.

"Oh my god! I-I did... I did bumped someone. Oh my god!" "What else do you remember?" "Then my car won't stop until I bump some trees and I black out. Where's the lady? Is she okay? Is she alive?" "I'm sorry to say this but she didn't survive and you lost you visions too, that's why you couldn't see anything." When I heard him saying those words, I feel like my heart torn into pieces and my mind went blank. No! It can't be! He must be joking! "Y-you must be kidding m-me right?" I feel someone hug me tight and even heard her cry.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.

"Don't worry about it." But she was already worrying. I could see it in the way she bit her lower lip, the same thing Mom used to do before the pills made her stop caring about anything. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Charlotte's voice was small. "Like, real trouble." I wanted to lie. God, I wanted to lie so badly. But I was tired of carrying everything alone, tired of pretending our world wasn't falling apart. "Yeah," I said. "We are." She nodded slowly, stirring sugar into her coffee. "How bad?"

“I am Emlyn Gunnar-Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, mate of Richard Holstin, Luna of the Shadow Falls Pack. You have unlawfully and willfully attacked my pack. You attacked my families’ packs in an attempt to murder the Guardians. But, know this. The Guardians are not so easily defeated. For your actions, all of you will die.” I blow out the power of the magic. It ripples like a wave over the pack, sliding over my pack members but slicing through the witches, warlocks and rogues. I watch as Beta Trevor’s eyes widen in shock before he looks down at his body. His hands go to his mid-section. He looks back up at me, as the upper half of his body slides off the bottom half, his eyes still wide, h

with a sound that shattered the concept of time. The glass didn't just break; it Dissolved. The "Sovereign-Logic" collided with the "Third-Reality." The grey obsidian of the keyboard began to sprout pine trees. The mountain-sized coffee cup began to flow with blue-hex fire. The "Users"—the Giants—began to flicker, their massive forms losing their solid reality as the Pack’s Perspective began to rewrite the room. "We're... we're leaking into their world!" Kael shouted, his blue fire returning ten times brighter than before.