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As the burning station crossed the zenith (the point directly above them), she opened her mind. The world went white. The scream of the wind vanished. The roar of the wave was gone. There was only the Universal Frequency. Elara sent out a single, repeating image to every phone, every radio, every screen on the planet: The Wave is coming. Run. But as the signal left her, she felt something else. A presence. Thorne. He wasn't dead. He was in an escape pod, falling from the station. And he was laughing. Because he knew something Elara didn't.

And my name — Daphne Vega, Subject Eleven — is no longer a secret. It's a story. And it's not over yet. End of Chapter 114

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“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

Victor knows this, which is why he spent a fortune on blackout curtains and a whole-house generator that apparently decided tonight was the perfect night to take a vacation. My hands scrambled across the nightstand for my phone. Found it, thumbed the flashlight on. The thin beam shook in my grip as I slid out of bed, bare feet hitting cool marble. Silk camisole, tiny sleep shorts, hair everywhere. I looked like a lunatic and felt like one. I needed another human being. Any human being. Even if that human being happened to be the same infuriating stepson who’d had his thumb on my lip six hours ago.

I had to buy the others wolves time in hopes of escape. The man clenched his jaw “Oh come on that lousy Alpha! As for the others casualties do occur.” He shrugged nonchalantly. His henchmen were watching our exchange with keen interest. “Really? Casualties? You talk of peoples lives like it is some sick game to you!” I seethed now a few feet away from him. ‘Uh, Val I’m throwing a fireball your way in a second or two. Just a heads up.’ Vivian's voice traveled via mindlink.

Elena – Ashfang Pack The first strike came with no warning. No horns. No howls. No war cry. Only flame. One moment, the woods were quiet. The next, the northern sky turned red. Then the trees exploded. I bolted upright, my skin slick with sweat, Silas already half-dressed beside me, his body coiled with tension. “North ridge,” he said, voice sharp. “I know.” We were moving before the next blast hit—pulling on leathers, grabbing blades, tearing through the tents with ash already raining down. Screams pierced the morning fog. Fire flickered along the treetops like lightning that refused to vanish.

"And because when I do, your breathing evens. Your shoulders drop. Your eyes lose that hunted look for three seconds." Sebastian stared at him. Heart hammering. Kane's thumb brushed the underside of Sebastian's wrist once. Deliberate. "Three seconds is enough," Kane said. "For now." Outside, thunder rumbled low, distant. The first storm of the season rolling in off the Hudson. The office lights flickered. Once. Twice. Sebastian glanced at the ceiling. "Power grid's old." Kane straightened. But his hand lingered on the armrest. "Storm's coming. Might knock out more than lights."

It was full of dust and mold, Xasha could tell that it was a study, although the desk had long turned to sawdust and so had the bookshelves. The books were not safe from passaging time, and their pages had long been rotted into dust particles. Xasha saw a man lying in a corner, his bones were still intact and a full head of long black hair was strewn about all over the floor. Xasha came up to the man, “He must have been a Thorium Realm expert for his bones to survive this long.”