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The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

Too bad. I sighed and dialed her number again and then for a third time after which she picked. The urge to cry out and tell her all my troubles overwhelmed me as I brought the phone to my ear, but all the fifteen years of training that I'd gone through with my parents before they passed held me and kept me calm. Plus why wasn't she saying anything. “Promise, were you asleep?” I asked gently into the phone even though I knew that if I was the regular human, then Promise was the bat, the very nightcrawler of our friendship.

"Right, so I believe the next big event is Narcissa's birthday on Sunday the sixteenth. So you get about three days on your own to explore and get acclimated to life here at the castle." "Oh, what a coincidence," I said. "My birthday is in another ten days, the twenty-sixth. I'll be twenty-one this year." "Oh, so your Calling is this year then. That's…have you ever fully shifted before?" I shook my head: "Just little things, my eyes. Sometimes my nails." "Well, the Calling will always force a full shift on you. Regardless of the phase of the moon, mind you. It's completely natural, though. I think the scariest part was waiting for the shift. Fair warning, though…"

But it didn't matter because she suddenly had fresh and wonderful possibilities. "Yes and no," she said in answer to the servant’s question. "I must return home and retrieve the Spell Book." Her heart lifted at the thought of wielding the book’s power—it didn’t contain only realm-travel spells, but also summoning spells more powerful than anything the kingdoms had seen in centuries, power transference spells—the possibilities were nearly limitless. "I will take the beast with me, so you are not troubled by him, and then I shall seal this portal behind me, so the prince cannot follow."

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

“Tell me where.” “Everywhere,” I whispered. “But they are circling. Not attacking yet.” A horn sounded in the distance. Low. Ancient. Answered by another, then another, echoing across the hills like the world was calling its pieces back to the board. Darius cursed softly. “That is not a war call.” “No,” I said. “It is a summons.” The wolves on the ridge shifted restlessly, some growling, others whining like they could feel something pulling at their instincts, begging them to choose a side they did not understand.

The tension in the room was palpable, but Evelyn’s chants grew louder, silencing any further argument. Calling the Seven Realms Evelyn drew a deep breath as she prepared to call on the seven realms of immortals. The ritual required precision, as any misstep could lead to disastrous consequences. She placed her hands on the book, its surface warm and pulsating with an unnatural energy. She spoke in a language older than time itself, the words rolling off her tongue like a song. “O spirits of the ancient, O guardians of the seven realms, hear my plea,” she intoned. “My blood, my kin, are trapped in the shadows of the underworld. I call upon your power to guide them, protect them, and grant the

Nerissa POV The boy's howl lasted a few seconds. A few seconds from a set of lungs that had been in the world for less than ten minutes. Elara stepped backward. Isolde went still. Edna looked up from her work Then the boy stopped,closed his mouth and settled against my chest. Like he said what he needed to say and was finished. The room held its breath Then Harper said, "What was that?" "That," Isolde said carefully, "was a Lycan call."

“Calling.” “I know.” “Make stop.” The words broke something in me. Not because she was dangerous. Because beneath the scarred body, the altered bones, the weapon Voss had built, she sounded like a child begging not to be dragged into the dark again. “I’m going to help,” I said. “But I need to understand. Is the call telling you to go there?” Nia’s claws scraped down the glass. “Home. Grave. Blood. Wake.” Caleb went pale. “That is a terrible set of words.”

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.