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Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The only thing on my mind now was to get Sharlynn back – the real Sharlynn. I contemplated not going to school the next day after Reyna caused a scene at my house but I kind of felt that I would find Sharlynn back to normal again so I quickly got up from bed and prepared for school. Though aunt Linda already explained what an Unami was – she said that they are as avatars of a very powerful supernatural entity and that though that entity could have avatars representing its different strengths, all the avatars were the same as the entity itself.

"Not from you, anyway." "We'll see about that." Hunter raised the carved bones, and the dark symbols on his skin flared brighter. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you all over again, slave. Enjoy hearing you scream like you used to." Sylvia shifted, her transformation smoother than before, almost effortless. Her white wolf form with its silver markings seemed to glow in the dim light of my tower. She was smaller than Hunter's brown wolf, but there was a grace to her movement that spoke of power barely contained.

He didn't know the warmth the vampire gave him. 'You can't kill him, Daylen,' an avatar from his past life appeared before him. 'Hurting Syvan will hold disastrous outcomes for you and the world,' he warned. "I have no choice," he cried out. 'There's always a choice, Daylen. Your heart has everything you need to stop Syvan from destroying the world. Trust it,' the avatar disappeared.

Christie suggested. “Exactly,” Sloan sneered. “Because as far as Zeda’s concerned, she’s just a Fire Mage who can’t even control a simple flame, let alone four elements at once.” “Even a newborn baby would know there’s nothing scripted about this video,” Carrie said, looking at Sloan with disgust. “Wow, Debtor. So you’re the Avatar of our generation,” Torvin said to Zeda with a grin, and a few others chuckled. Zeda blinked twice, trying to pull herself back from her thoughts of Lucian.

Zayden got alerted as the sudden cloud cover caught his attention, the clouds rumbled and opened the floodgates of water to drench everything with rain. His panicked gaze met with mine, so I smiled, assuring him. “Now, it’s a fair fight, Alpha. Crush these vampires!” Suddenly, a shrill shriek silenced that whole crowd, the vampires parted to make a way for their master. “Alpha Zayden Ellsworth! How dare you?” Sylvia emerged from that ocean of warriors, growling ferociously. The scar on her wolf’s face was red due to her fury. “How can you mark a wench like Helena, Alpha? You’re just mine!”

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

It was a move that no one could question without facing charges of heresy. Carl pointed a finger straight at me. A wicked, victorious smirk twisted his lips, tearing through his fake, devout mask. "Sylvia Woodville has not shifted yet," Carl declared, his voice ringing with triumph. "But the Moon Goddess has spoken. Sylvia is my destined, unchangeable Fated Mate. She will be my Luna!"

’ I screamed, yet, not in fear, but in surrender. My body surged forward, my limbs elongating into powerful legs. My nails were no longer nails, but they were talons, capable of tearing through steel. My senses burst wide open: the scent of pine, of earth, of Boris, rich and overwhelming. The world was sharper, louder, and alive. Ultimately, it was done. I stood—not as Ashina the woman, but as Ashina the wolf. Taller than before, wild and glorious. Nyx had finally been fully awakened.