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"Corrupted wolves?" "Greta mentioned in the vision that someone has her. Someone powerful. They'd need guards. And they wouldn't use regular wolves because word would get out." I traced paths on the map. "Corrupted wolves are wolves twisted by dark magic. Loyal only to whoever corrupted them. It's old magic, forbidden, but effective." Taylor's expression darkened. "If someone's using that kind of magic—"

But when I washed my hands, the lantern light revealed what the water could not hide. My fingertips. Black. Not bruised. Not dirt. Not even burns. Black—as if ink had seeped into the skin. I scrubbed until the skin went raw, but the stain remained, dark and stubborn. Panic clawed up my throat. I grabbed another rag, another basin of water, scalding this time, and scrubbed harder. Still the black clung, like oil sunk deep into my pores. My breath came sharp, chest heaving. I had seen this before—not on myself, but on others touched by things too foul to name. The memory of the riverbank flashed, bodies scarred not just with bites but with this same mark of corruption.

was a "Total-Somatic-Merge." As they "Synced," they didn't just "Overload" the system with love; they "Overloaded" it with "Debt." They "Dumped" every "Sorrow," every "Grief," and every "Unpaid-Moment" of the last fifty years into the Vantablack prompt. They "Charged" the "Creditor" for the "Interest" of their "Sovereignty."

Then— a shape burst through the storm. A wolf crashed into the outer barricades hard enough to shatter wood and stone together. The body hit the courtyard floor violently. Still alive. Barely. Gasps spread instantly through Nightfall wolves. Because everyone recognized him. Tavian. One of Nightfall’s strongest border sentinels. Except now— something was horribly wrong. Black resonance veins spread beneath his skin like corruption. His claws had elongated unnaturally. Silver light flickered inside his eyes. Not controlled resonance. Contamination.

It caught the dim light of the evening, looking less like tech and more like a fragment of a fallen star. "This is the seed, Julian. The 'Obsidian' kernel. I want you to hide it deep within the primary architecture of the 'Certified Fresh' logistics chain. Don't tell Marcus Vanderwall. He’s a good man, but he’s a creature of the spreadsheet. And especially don't tell Elena. She’s too brilliant; she’ll see the terrifying logic in it and try to 'perfect' it. Perfection is the enemy of the 'Ghost.' I need this to be a wild variable."

The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: T. S. My nails bit into my palms so hard I broke the skin, the scent of my own blood hitting my nose. Torrent Shadow. The phantom hacker who had vanished from the global underground five years ago. The one who had cracked the Lycan Council's private vaults. The one everyone assumed was a myth, or dead. I was Torrent Shadow. But I wasn't touching a keyboard. "A ghost from the past," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at the red letters. "The phantom."

"You added Taming Potion in every glass of milk you gave me!" Mom's face turned ghastly pale, and she snapped, "What's Taming Potion? I don't know what it is!" "It's fine if you don't know what it is. You'll see it in your purchase history," I replied. Taming Potion was a kind of drug that would make a person fully obedient to the one who gave it to them. Many criminals often used this drug to knock the victim out before harming them.

Too bad and too late, he already did. "Answer me! What is so bad about this child growing inside me hat you just can't take?" I asked him. There was no answer. I sighed. This zombie mode was the worst thing ever, it was hard to get anything through to him while he was being like that. I wanted to slap him across the face, but I didn't want to touch him because I knew he'd stop me from slapping him, which would mean he'd hold my hand in his, which would mean I'd lose control over myself and be just what he wants me to be; Liquid.

It's my great mistake. There he was standing in his towel wrapped around his waist . Water is dripping from his hair and his drool worthy abs are glistening with water. The room filled with his scent of his cologne which is always intoxicating . He turned his back towards me and started to dry his hair with the towel which was in his hand….the way his back muscles flexed and his biceps got pumped up it was worth dying for. Ye ladka aj humhe marne ka plan bana hai kya? (Is this boy planned to kill us today?) My heart asked me.

’ The Tainted One’s heart danced in anticipated glee. “Well, well...Lucky for you, Hadrian, I still have some use for your body...,” the Tainted One said. Hadrian began to cry tears of joy. “Do you think you will know if you see that cursed one again, the one who was immune to the A-grade’s power?” “Of course, My Lord! She stabbed me in the back! I won’t forget her face!” “Well then, I will let you escape long enough to bring her to me...”