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Where ones that once loved then collided The end of days is now nigh Unless the Unity that once thrived is brought back to life Ruled under the moon, all are bound But fractured by the one who is crowned Weakness hides power Lost at the eleventh hour Hidden by shadows where secrets abound She is not the one who must be found The pen and the sword must work as one To Unite what everyone thought was gone A dead bond the moon tried to reUnite They will once again fail to recognize But the story of the lycan and the runt will not end As there are more than bonds that must mend In denying the gifts of the moon time and time again They show us all we do not always need its guidance In devising the

I saw him dialing his cellphone, but I turned it off, so I won’t be able to receive any messages and calls today, especially coming from Ethan. Protecting him means staying away from him. I walked towards the bed and lay my back down on the soft mattress. I closed my eyes and remembered the taste of his blood. I swallowed hard, suddenly getting hungry, but not for the food. It was not even hunger for Ethan’s blood. My eyelids open, glancing at the digital calendar on my bedside. I had to be careful around Ethan because the moon would be full a few days from now, and I had to remind myself to stay away from him until the new phase of the moon.

The battle against the unknown had taken an unexpected turn, leaving us on the precipice of an even greater threat—one that would test our resilience and resolve like never before. As we braced ourselves for the challenges that lay ahead, the moon watched over us, casting its gentle light upon a world teetering on the edge of chaos. And in that moment, I knew that the journey to uncover the ultimate truth behind the curse of Silverwood had only just entered its most treacherous phase.

Lila locked up the cash register and checked her watch. It was almost closing time, and the bookstore was winding down from a busy day. The setting sun cast long shadows through the shop's front windows, bathing the shelves in a warm, golden glow. Marcus was in the back, sorting through the day’s receipts and preparing for the next morning’s inventory. Lila grabbed her coat, gave Marcus a wave, and stepped outside into the crisp evening air.

The familiar feeling of the jinx I had experienced with Troy was starting to creep in, regardless of how badly I tried to resist it. Dylan sighed over the phone, and that had even more suspense building up within my heart as I was trying my best not to let out a loud shout as it was all beginning to get too unbearable for me. “You know you're making me uncomfortable with this suspense, right?” My tone had gone from being loud and confident to quiet and almost inaudible as I didn't want Jasmine and her friends to know that there had been something wrong with the both of us.

Under that: the iron-laced sting of blood. Under *that*: wolves. Not rogues’ tang. Pack-wolf layers. Moonshadow’s muddled signature—pups and elders and warriors and omegas all wound together—faint and frayed. Fear twined through it all, sharp and sour. Luna’s stomach knotted. She reached out, without thinking, as if she could *touch* the wind. Her fingers brushed only air. It brushed back. Cold slid along her skin. Her vision blurred for a heartbeat.

I opened my eyes, but my vision was full of moonlight. It was almost like the first time I’d shifted all over again. The moonlight tingled and danced on my skin. The warmth flared brighter as I willed the shift to come. It slipped through my fingertips, almost teasing me. But it came slowly, hesitant, stuttering like a flame fighting against the wind. But then I leaned into it, pushing aside the fear and self-doubt. And then it happened.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Come straight back. The door opens slowly. Cool night air drifts inside. One step carries me out into the darkness. The yard looks darker than expected. The wolf inside responds without hesitation, sharpening my vision. Shapes begin to form inside the shadows. Trees. Grass. The edge of the woods. Then the moon appears above the clouds. Too late. The reaction hits immediately. Skin ripples. Teeth sharpen. Muscles tighten under my skin. The pull rises fast. Strong. Wild. The urge to shift crashes through me... and there's no stopping it.

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, silver light pouring through the skylight of my attic ritual room. I had prepared everything carefully. Salt circle. Candles burning with sacred herbs. The ancient grimoire open on the wooden altar. Tonight I would bind a powerful shifter as my familiar. The price? My body, given willingly under the moon’s power.