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She brushed her dark hair out until it was shiny and snapping, then gathered it at the back of her neck with a hair tie, allowing it to flow down between her shoulder blades in a tail. Amy decided to go with light makeup. She was blessed with mostly flawless skin and didn't need foundation. She ran a light blue liquid shadow over her lids, added mascara and finished with a creamy nude lip gloss. Pressing her lips together, she stepped back and looked herself over critically. She had to admit she looked good, really good. But then, she put way more effort into her appearance for this date than she usually did. If that's what this was. With her sisters coming along, she wasn't exactly positive

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"

The chants had returned, deeper now, laced with the guttural rhythm of sacrificial drums. Wolves twisted by corruption slunk at the edges, their forms elongated and wrong, eyes glowing with the same void-black as the Shadow Moon we'd shattered nights ago. "Ready?" Kael asked, his hand finding mine. I pulled on my power. Silvermane'se blood surges like ancestral fire. Moonbane magic weaving precision. The Tear's controlled strength flows through channels like glacial rivers,vast, but leashed. "Ready," I said, the word tasting of steel.

The glass rippled like water. "Just practice," she whispered to herself. "In and out. Five minutes." She stepped through. The shadow realm embraced her with familiar coldness. Everything here was painted in shades of silver and black. No color. No warmth. Just endless twilight. She'd gotten better at this. Her form felt more solid here now. More real. "Getting stronger." Tamara spun around. Theo stood behind her. But something was wrong. Very wrong. Silver veins crawled up his neck like frozen lightning. His eyes glowed constantly now, not just when he was emotional. His hands had patches of silver spreading across the skin like scales.

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

My vision flared white-hot, the skin along my fingers splitting as my claws extended. I pushed off the floor with a terrifying burst of speed, my teeth bared, intent on tearing the leader’s throat out. Before I could land a blow, two of the mercenaries stepped into my path, before raising heavy, metallic cylinders. Suddenly... a high-frequency sonic blast ripped through the air, vibrating at a pitch designed specifically to disrupt an Alpha’s nervous system. I staggered with my head exploding in blinding pain as the runic silver chains wrapped around my torso like living serpents, burning deep into my flesh.

Chapter 2: Skin and Sin The room felt smaller, hotter. Her eyes were still locked on mine, wide and dark with the same need I felt burning through my veins. My thumb was still resting on that warm, sensitive crease of skin, right beside her black lace panties. The tattoo machine sat silent in my other hand. Professionalism? It had already snapped.

"It doesn't matter what they were looking for when they arrived. By the time they leave this hall tonight, they will know there is only one power capable of breaking the High Council's suffocating embargo. Your shadow, my void. Together, we are going to make the South bleed for what they did to our borders." I lifted my right arm, watching the intricate flame patterns on the permanent star-silver bracer fused to my skin catch the flickering amber firelight of our quarters. The metal throbbed in perfect sync with my racing heartbeat, casting a soft, ethereal blue-and-violet aura across the stone walls. It was a conductor of pure, unadulterated magical power—the exact weapon we needed to turn

The man stared deeply into my eyes. “His blood is your blood.” He turned to Daire “Her blood is your blood” He picked the goblet up and poured the remainder of the liquid on to both of us. “You. Are. Krvna.” The Man Hunched over again The chanting started up again. The liquid started to seep into my skin. It moved to the place that Daire had cut me. It danced on my skin healing the wound. As the wound healed a symbol started to form. A blood red bow with frayed tassels was all that remained. The bow around us slipped away. I could move again. Daire scooped me up into his arms. I hugged him back tightly.

From the center of the mist, a figure stepped forward. She was wearing a gown of grey silk that seemed to be made of falling ash. Her hair was no longer gold; it was a pale, dead silver, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey dust. She held the Shadow-Shard of the Mother-Lode, but it was no longer black. It was the color of a cataract.