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Seeing that I am losing him, I went to my mother for help, and she told me it was called Lunar Decay—a supernatural disease that eats away at a werewolf's soul connection to the Moon, the source of our power and healing. I asked for the cure, but she told me there was none except death. Just like she had seen two months ago. I begged her to change it. But she refused. She said the cost of rewriting death was too great. That it would claim the lives of countless innocents in exchange. So she refused to help or heal him. But still I can't let him die. So I began to search for a cure. But day by day, Raleigh was getting weaker and I could see life draining from him, see the light in his eyes di

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

It was really her. I wanted to respond, to scream, to curse her, but my body was already dead. No sound came out. Only my consciousness remained, drifting in the frozen air as it watched the curled body in the corner. The skin of my corpse was darkened purple, with a thin layer of frost covering my lashes, and my hand curled tightly as though clutching something valuable. I knew what was in that hand. It no longer mattered. Outside the iron door, the sound of high heels faded away once more. At 25, I died there.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

" Dalton is leaving, Nish seems somewhat uncomfortable. The boys walk past him and rejoin the party. If I was alive those guys wouldn't be here. They do not belong to the group. But what group? To the group of hypocrites? I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Dalton, who had gestured with his glass to Nisha. But what he did next gave me a lot to understand: he forms a pistol with his fingers and aims at Nish, but then he points himself in the forehead and shoots himself. A flashback appears in my mind: a dark room, a silhouette in front of me, a gun pointed at me, and a shot. I came out of my thoughts totally scared by what had happened. I had had a memory. A memory of my death.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

A single stare from a six-headed beast this big has the power to turn a Medusa-Adarna-Basilisk-Cockatrice-Dopehead into stone. And although he’s not stone yet, GD, who was sitting behind the Baron is one pressure away from being one. Albert pondered sitting beside him but Gustav, the spokesperson, spoke before he could step any further away from the door. “I take it that you’ve heard the news?” he asked Albert. “Which news? I hear a lot of them in a daily basis.” “You know what we mean, boy!” Oswald bleated. Gustav raised his hand to stop the impatient man from his loud notes. “Have you heard anything from Caine? We’ve heard through the grapevine that he caused Leopold’s death.”

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

Death chuckled before the shadows fell to the ground before scattering, rushing to the small space under the floorboards and between the lines of the hardwood. The room brightened as he left, making it feel wrong in a different way. It felt too bright, too normal, after what he had just said. I swayed slightly, my knees threatening to give out. It wasn’t from pain this time, but from the sudden emptiness that returned to my bond. My wrist felt as good as new, and I turned it slowly, flexing my fingers, waiting for pain that never came. Death was a curse… a God. He wasn’t my mate. Lucien was.

I said. I stood up. “I will tell you what it is. I created it myself, but I am immune because I already took the cure. So let me explain how it works. In an hour…thirty minutes after you are paralyzed…you will be able to move. But that movement will come with unspeakable pain, and after another thirty minutes, you will die. Just one hour,” I explained. I have many inventories…weapons, deadly gas, poison, etc. This is just one part of my top ten. I released the gas into the air in the room before anyone could arrive, and I gave Lucien and Giuseppe the cure.