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His brown eyes looked like fresh honey and his red hair resembled curls that were lit with flames. "Sleep is a rarity these days," Sydney answered before turning to Thorne, Penelope, and me, "this is my brother Sylvain," she then pointed to each of us respectively and said our names, "Thorne, he's a hellhound. This is Penelope, the witch. And Lilith, vampire Queen." Sylvain's ginger eyebrows scrunched and those whirlpool honey eyes of his landed on Julian, "I thought you said your mate's a werewolf. Did you reject her?"

"Syrava's a lesbian!" ***

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

She demanded with her voice sweet as nectar but strong as an old tree. "We have a feeling that she is what Mydia told us about, my Queen. We found her in the form of an animal but later she morphed into the female she now is." She explained and the Queen nodded. She stood up from her seat and with utter grace walked in front of me. "I am Sylva, the Queen of the Elves." She introduced herself. "Who are you and what are you doing on our lands?" She asked, her tone nothing but polite. "My name is Seraphina. I came from the kingdom of werewolves, Zyrenia. I am here to ask you for a favor, Elf Queen." I answered.

James pointed at Sylvia behind him and said, “Not all of them thought. She had just reached the Yitro Daeclon Rank and is a rare Hydrogenate, possessing a body with the water element.” Lesia looked at Sylvia and asked instinctively, “Are you planning to make her your woman in Thea’s absence?” James rolled his eyes at the question. On the other hand, Sylvia, though unable to speak, her cheeks flushed. Lesia continued, “I think…” James instantly activated the Dawnblaze Form, got close to her, and covered her mouth. “Mmm!!!” James snapped, “Enough. Now, it’s time to play your part.” Lesia pried James’ hand away and accused, “You monster! Are you really thinking of taking me as your woman too? A

“She said… she came for my child.” Killian’s jaw clenched. “Her name is Syra. She’s not fully human. She was part of the Syndicate’s original bloodline—Isla’s bloodline. She’s been trying to create the vessel for Isla’s return for years.” “You said I was implanted—” “Yes. But what I didn’t know until now,” Killian said, his voice low, “is that Syra has her own prophecy. And you’re part of it.” --- Meanwhile — Aiden Makes a Call

I’m not sure what scares me more: the idea that I might become that figure, or that I might not. Sylvara promised training at dawn, so I pull myself from the vine-woven bed, my bare feet sinking into the cool stone floor. The sanctuary’s walls pulse with runes, their soft light guiding me through winding halls to an open courtyard where the forest canopy parts to reveal a sky streaked with pink and gold. Sylvara stands at the center, her jade-green skin shimmering as she tends to a sapling that seems to grow under her touch, its leaves unfurling like tiny hands reaching for the sun.

"Ready to cooperate now, healer? Or should I make this more painful for you?" I bit his hand hard enough to draw blood. He cursed, pulling back just enough for me to gasps for air. "You'll regret that," he snarled, raising his hand to strike me again. The door exploded inward. Kevin froze, his hand still raised. The scent of rain-forest—wild, powerful, furious—filled the room. Sylvan stood in the doorway, his ice-blue eyes glowing with a cold fury I had never witnessed before. His wolf Logan was close to the surface, his partial shift evident in the elongated claws and the faint ridge of fur along his neck.

" The avatar raised a flawless, synthetic hand and pointed to me, Nova and Silas. “But you put dirt in my sanctuary. These obsolete models. See you not how bad they are? They're bleeding. They're afraid. You are the reason why this world has died. Step to my side, Kaelen. Let me get the extinction signal send. The pain is short. And then the world belongs to you.” “The world belongs to those who rebuild it!” I cried and insured my heavy kinetic rifle. Nova immediately joined me, also the weapon in Stop. The avatar didn't recognize me. “The anomaly refuses its obsolescence to acknowledge. If you do not remove it, the system will do it.” The ground around the platform began to break up. Severe

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle.