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I grabbed a chair and sat beside him, then took his hand. “I'll watch over Dylan. You can sleep, Lily,” Grey said gently, his hands on my shoulders. “No, I want to watch over our son until he wakes up.” Grey said nothing more. Instead, he grabbed a chair and sat beside me. “Are you hungry?” he asked, to which I shook my head. After what we’d been through, I was surprisingly not feeling any hunger at all. But maybe tomorrow, when reality finally kicked in, I would realize how hungry and exhausted I was.

My wolf, Luna, severed our connection hours ago—her suffering even more excruciating than mine. The only cure that could save us was just taken next door. My breathing grows shallow, each inhale more difficult than the last. My extremities have gone cold. Eventually, I lose even the strength to blink, and my heart stutters to a stop. The last sound I register is cheering from the adjacent room. Vivian has recovered from the wolfsbane poisoning—at the cost of my life. I refuse this ending. Something—perhaps the Moon Goddess herself—tears my spirit from my body. I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects.

They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, contracts, families, and silence. I placed my hand on the cover of the file. The next fight would start here. END

Seren had broken all three tonight. She sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, her pale grey robes pooling around her like spilled water, her dark hair loose and tangled from hours of ritual. The candle she held had burned to a stub, hot wax dripping over her fingers in slow, deliberate trails. She didn't feel it. She was too deep in the seeing-state — that strange liminal space between waking and dreaming where everything tasted of copper and static and things that hadn't happened yet. The visions had been getting worse.

I gasped in shock as I looked at his sunken gray-tinged features and lifeless sorrowful eyes. “He is starving,” Stormy asserted as I glanced at Ian and asked what we should do.

Everybody's attention moved to Grey who was rasping, his face red and bloated as he beat his chest. "Fuck!" He cursed and bent his head, coughing severely, trying to take in air. Kaitlyn held her stomach, also seeming to find it difficult to breathe. "I can't, I can't..." She gasped, not able to form words. "Are you alright Grey?" He raised deadly eyes at Angel who stood in front of him, cringing. "Am I alright? Am I alright?! Do I look fucking alright?! That bitch is badshit crazy! She needs a fucking hospital."

A chill runs down my spine as cold air seeps into my body. Grey stands there, his eyes flashing with hunger. He hasn't looked at me like that since our daughter died. And I don't know what to do. He moves closer, trying to help with the remaining material on my body. And I lose it. "Leave me alone!" I scream, he's pushing me to the edge. One minute he's acting like the devil from hell, and the next he's an angel sent from heaven. “Just leave me alone! Are you trying to drive me nuts?" Tears slide down my cheeks, and I wipe them off angrily. "Stop pretending to care. You don't. Just go... go back to her and leave me...."

Cautiously, she curled herself in a feral position to hide her nakedness from the two men who stepped in. One of them was holding a glass of water, while the other smirked at her. Grace panicked. It didn’t matter if Azrael let his men touch her or not, if they decided to rape her now, no one would be able to stop them. And it was not like Azrael truly cared for her, he would be delighted at her misery. She looked terrifyingly at them as they mumbled something in Italian, and the one holding the glass of water approached her. “Pretty little whore…” his heavily accented words were meant for her to hear. He smirked and held the glass to her mouth. Grace was thirsty yet she couldn’t voice out he

Sing it, please, please, please Comeback and sing to me, to me, me Come on and sing it now, now Come on and sing it out, to me, me Comeback and sing it I don’t know how and why did I decided to enter the room. As soon as I entered, my mouth unconsciously mouthed the last line of the song. “And I was lost.” His eyes opened and we found ourselves staring with each other’s eyes. Silence. It gives me an opportunity to look closely in his grey eyes. They were so intense, coming from that fire that burned deep within his soul. But as I look deeply into those eyes; it wasn’t just merely grey. They were a sea. A stormy, treacherous sea that tore apart anyone who looked into them and dragged the onlo

And she stepped onto the battlefield to face Marcus Blackthorn head on. ************************************ ~TATE'S POV~ ~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~ "From depths where light has never been, From shadows thick and caverns grim, I call the hunger, call the pain, To feast upon my foe's refrain. By blood I've spilled and oaths I've sworn, By every soul that's been forsworn, Let darkness coil and serpents bite, Devour strength and steal their might. With shattered bone and raven's cry, I bid their courage wither, die.