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War. The word echoed in her mind as she walked away. She did not go to the pack house. She went to the forest. To the hollow tree. Her hands moved quickly as she opened the capsule. A message was already inside. Her breath stopped. She unfolded it. Silvercrest is ready. Bloodmoon weakens under false peace. Your position has served its purpose. Her vision blurred. Another line followed. When war begins, kill Ryder. No hesitation. No question. Just command. Nova lowered the paper slowly.

“Fuck, it’s so loud.” Sasha pulls me into him, his arm firm around my shoulders. “Listen to me. You’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me. Look at me, Nico.” I lift my gaze, meeting his. His eyes are steady and grounded. Not the priest's piercing gaze. Sasha. The screams in my head fade enough for me to breathe again. I glance around the ruins, my vision adjusting to the gloom. The fire gutted everything, but pieces of stone remain. The altar is nothing more than a cracked slab. Charred wood and melted metal are scattered like bones.

The next day, the stares had not reduced but no one was speaking. I slumped into my office chair. Tracy immediately rolled her chair over to my cubicle, her face pale and full of pure panic. "Seraphina," she whispered frantically, her high-pitched voice shaking. "Are you completely okay? Yesterday was... oh my god, it was insane. The entire building is talking about it. Nobody has ever seen the Knox brothers explode like that. Some are saying you bewitched them.” "I am fine, Tracy," I muttered, my voice small and trembling as I opened my laptop, trying desperately to look busy.

Surprise when she turned it on and there was hit water, she wondered how much the school was paying for water anyone barely use and where else the money could be channeled. After what seemed like a long time, she was able to get rid of the smell of the vomit. Now, she felt clean. She started to hum a song and then sang it. “Cause there be no sunlight, if I lose you, baby, there be no clear sky, if I lose you, baby, just like the clouds my eyes will see the same, if you walk away, every day it will rain, rain, rain, eh, eh, eh!” She wrapped the towel around her body, singing to the Bruno Mars song she had heard on someone’s iPod this morning. As she walked out, she was oblivious to her surrou

He extended the folded sheet toward her, his gaze challenging her to accept it. Sophia hesitated, every instinct screaming at her to refuse, yet raw curiosity overpowered her. She snatched the paper from his grip, her hands quivering as she unfolded it. Her eyes flew across the hastily scrawled lines, her stomach twisting tighter with every sentence. It was a note—specifically one addressed to someone called ‘LT’. It spoke of buried truths, cash flows, and shady agreements struck behind locked doors.

"Hold on, old man. I'll take your shift if they call your number." Kael let out a ragged, desperate breath, resting his forehead against the cold iron. "The Rust is screaming tonight, big man. The Hubs were pushing us too hard today. The whole sector is infected." Before Marcus could reply, the deafening mechanical siren wailed. The heavy gates to the blood-stained polymer arena slammed open. The harsh, blinding halogen lights of the Crucible flooded the holding pen. "Participant Eighty-Nine. Participant Seventeen. Enter the Crucible," the synthetic voice of the Enforcer boomed over the loudspeakers. "Generate. Bleed. Serve the Canopy."

“The only difference is whether you stand there alone or with me.” I close my eyes. Breathe. The song is still playing out there. My voice, confessing things I never thought I’d put on tape. This would be the spoken version. No melody to soften it. Just truth. Ugly. Complicated. Ours. I turn back to him. “If we do this,” I say, “no one gets to cut it into neat sound bites. No half‑hour special with dramatic music and cliffhanger ads. We sit down for as long as it takes. We stream it. Live. Raw.”

"Don't talk nonsense. I have money. Whatever happens, I just want you to be okay." I pressed myself against the corridor wall, trying to push away the dull ache building in my chest with scattered guesses. Okay—Kyle wasn't rotting. He had a shadow, a body, and warmth. He breathed. If he was actually sick and seeking treatment, was his end goal Dakota's money? If so, things were about to get messy… My temples throbbed. A cold sensation crawled up my skin. I didn't even notice when the studio suddenly went quiet. Then, the live comments exploded with warnings.

It was far more complicated than the sob story that she had made up. Sometimes, the truth was like a rusty nail. You could still survive even after the nail was plunged into your flesh. However, if one pulled it out, the wound would bleed excessively. Felicity wouldn't be the only one who bled. Somebody else would get hurt too. I rejected her request and ended the livestream. There had been over 730 thousand viewers this time. The last comment had been, "Hmph! He ran away."

The four-armed iron giant shuddered violently, light bursting from its eye slots and armor seams before its central matrix melted, collapsing into a heap of inert, smoking metal on the catwalk. "Impressive," Valerius monologued from the altar, his hands moving across the runic interface as the floating obsidian sphere began to glow with a terrifying, blinding crimson intensity. "A doctor's precision combined with a Queen's flame. You truly are the perfect specimen, Lyra. But while you waste your breath fighting my puppets, the Crucible's extraction process has already reached ninety percent!"