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The expanse responded, muting the otherworldly whispers, making the silence more oppressive. The assembled figures straightened in their seats. Tonight the tension in the air was suffocating, and their leader the scariest. Xavier rose to his full height, his black cloak cascading around him. "We have failed in one critical duty," he began, his voice low but weighted with accusation. "For years, we believed the last guardian was beyond the sight of the devils and her identity was safe. We were wrong." The room seemed to exhale as a collective unease passed through the group.

Sacred geometry. Protective circles. Hours passed. Finally… A single scanned page appeared from an old university archive. Most of it was damaged beyond recognition. Only one paragraph remained legible. “When three become one in purpose, the Guardian awakens. Those who seek to divide them should proceed with caution, for the Guardian answers intention before action.” Emma frowned. “The Guardian?” She laughed under her breath. “How dramatic.” She closed the article. Folklore. Nothing more. Yet the words lingered. Answers intention before action.

Guardians are a kind of celebrity to some wolves, apparently, my Beta is no exception. “Sure.” “Pretty much they can take the pain of the person they are assigned to. They absorb it and by doing so it allows the body of the injured person to heal while the guardian simultaneously heals the injury through their own body. I don’t fully understand it, but it's a crazy concept.” Francis answers. “In theory, if Ali were to do the healer's hand to me, how would the wolfsbane in my wound affect her?”

The Guardian explained. Alicia cocked her head to the side in a state of severe curiosity. "What is the Ember? I've never heard of this before." "The Ember is the living cosmic energy that you and a small portion of Paradea are capable of harnessing. The Ember is the answer of how life came to be within the First Realm, the proof of its existence can be seen all around us. Even here in this dark place where the source malice chaos is at its peak." Alicia nodded slowly as she began to comprehend what the Guardian was trying to explain to her. "So, if the Ember is responsible for all life then why is the Veil such a closely guarded secret. And why is the Depths forbidden?"

He placed a paper bag full of cash on the table and said: “Could you do me a favor in the underground parking garage? Afterward, this money is yours.” My eyes widened at the bag of money. Residents sometimes tipped, but I’d never seen such a large sum. I didn’t agree right away. Instead, I asked cautiously: “What exactly do you need me to do?” He didn’t answer directly. He just typed a number into my phone. “When you get to the garage, I’ll call you with instructions. Don’t worry—it’s nothing illegal.” His tone was calm, as if assigning a trivial task. Though suspicious, I couldn’t resist the huge payout. Besides, as a security guard, helping a resident in the garage was part of my job.

He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.

“That’s because I do.” Ghost stared at him for a long moment at the defiance, the warmth, the quiet courage that hadn’t burned out despite everything. He should’ve hated him for it. Instead, all he could think about was how it felt to finally breathe around him again. He stood, needing distance. “Get some sleep, Luca.” Luca tilted his head. “You’ll still be here when I wake up?” Ghost hesitated. Then, quietly: “Yeah. I’ll be here.” When Luca finally leaned back and closed his eyes, Ghost sat in the chair near the window, gun on the table, moonlight brushing his scar. He told himself he was guarding a suspect.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

Dressed in black. At first, I registered him only vaguely, until he turned around to face me. My steps slowed. Something about him felt….wrong? The nurse beside me stopped walking. “There he is,” she told me. “Your bodyguard.” My heart skipped once. It was then that he turned fully. And my world tilted. Kade Wolfe. The air punched out of my lungs so hard I almost tripped over myself. No….no way! It can’t…it just can’t be.

Around her gathered dozens of newly minted Guardians—wolves with iron-edged gauntlets, humans in rune-inscribed leather, bears in layered protections. A hush fell. Children perched on scarves of their cloaks and stones beneath the marker. Tribune diplomats and anonymous pilgrims, scholars and traders, all watched from the circle’s rim. Hannah drew a breath and lifted her voice—steady, clear: “We are the guardians of this sanctuary. Fifteen years ago, our parents forged a unity burned into every stone and heart. Our duty now is to honor it—through vigilance, compassion, and light.” Heads bowed, voices echoed: