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I yawned and stretched lazily, but when images of Ezra pinning me beneath his body flooded my mind, I gasped, blushing hard and straightening like a ramrod. The flap opened only slightly and I saw golden eyes watching me curiously. Shade had pushed his face inside the tent, and was watching me as I yawned. The moment our eyes met, his tongue fell out slightly and… did he purr? Butterflies exploded in my belly violently. Shade had an unexplainable effect on me. And his human Ezra as well.

The shape twisted in three curves that interlocked, glowing faint blue like the realm’s light. Vaughn knelt beside it. “What does it mean?” I stepped closer, heart thudding. The light pulsed again in time with the glow beneath my skin. The sigil reacted to me. Recognized me. I whispered, “It’s a summons.” Rowan paled. “From the shades?” “No,” I said slowly. “From something stronger.” A cold breeze swept my cloak aside. The sigil’s light sharpened, rising in thin sparks like tiny stars lifting from the snow.

Her blond hair transformed into blond vines with thrones sticking out. “Shirley? You’re a…… dryard?” Sam asked. “Yes” Shirley answered as her eyes turned blood red and the Styng symbol glow violet on her forehead. Shirley lifter her hand, sprouting silver talons from her fingertips. “I’m sorry, Boys. But I don’t take joy in what comes next.”

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

And floating before him, suspended in midair by writhing tendrils of shadow, was the Shard. It was smaller than I'd imagined. Roughly the size of my fist, jagged and dark, pulsing with that same purple light. But the power emanating from it made my teeth ache and made the pendant at my throat burn almost painfully as it fought to protect me. Kael spoke in a language I didn't recognize. The shadows in the tent responded, growing thicker, darker, reaching toward him like children seeking a parent's touch. He laughed, and the sound was empty of anything human.

My mind was filled with images of destruction, of me standing in the middle of it all, leading an army of shadows, and I fell to my knees, gripping my arm. "No," I shook my head and muttered. "That’s not me. That’s not who I am." Aelric took a step forward and spoke steadily. "Melissa, you have to fight it. The sigil is a part of you, but it doesn’t define you. Use it on your terms, not its." The ground under us shattered before I could react, and dark tentacles sprang out, encircling Damon. Despite his best efforts, they were too powerful.

“You’ll regret trying to save me. The shadows will claim you both!” As the shadows surged forward, Blair instinctively reached for Kade’s hand, intertwining their fingers tightly. “We’ll face this together,” she promised, her heart racing as she drew on the energy of the sigil beneath her. “I won’t let the darkness take us!” With a wave of determination, she directed the energy outward, creating a barrier that pushed back against the shadows. The darkness roared in response, swirling violently, but Blair stood firm. She could feel the sigil pulsing, resonating with her power, and she knew this was her chance to confront the truth.

“You *can’t*—that web predates you by generations—” “Then it can outlive you without the chains,” I said. I leveled my hand at the last, largest anchor—a sprawling sigil etched into the floor beneath her feet, feeding directly into the lines climbing her arms. She realized what I was aiming at a heartbeat before I fired. Her eyes went wide. She threw herself sideways, trying to tear the power up out of the node and back into her own body. We met halfway. My light slammed into the sigil. Her dark yanked at it from above.

She had entrusted all of her, both body and soul to her Stephano. She stared at her reflection against the gigantic glass cladded wall in front of her. She could spot the dark purplish mark around the base of her neck. It was peeking out from her blouse jacket and she tried covering it. She hoped no one caught it on her while at the meeting. But damn it felt good to see his mark on her body. She recalled his teeth digging into her soft flesh in the heat of the moment. No doubt the hickey on her neck created an ugly colour to taint her fair skin but she didn't mind it at all.

The tumor was still mimicking a pulsating heart. ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump ~ba-dump. Each tentacle was like a branch of a tree, and beasts were growing and falling out of them. He latched on to one of the tentacles and started climbing it. The moment he touched the tentacle, he felt disgusted, as if somebody had released tear gas on him; the tentacles were oozing out a weird aura which made Creed's eyes teary and his mind fatigued.