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As if in response to his question, in the distance, he heard a loud howl and recognized it immediately. It was Blade. "Son of a b*tch!" River swore. "Allen, double the number of warriors, and make it as quick as possible." "We're headed that way, Alpha. But what are we looking for?" River didn't even want to formulate the response, but he knew he had to. "Ellie's car is wrecked. I can't find her. I hear Blade and his a*sholes howling in the distance. You're looking for the Last Luna. "

She had completely destroyed any chance of rebuilding her life in the city. Dylan’s reputation was ruined too. His coworkers passed the screen recording around the office. Everyone found out about the so-called free pass memo. Upper management called him in for a talk. The promotion he had almost secured fell through. The statement that said our engagement had ended because of his mishandling of our relationship became a stain he could not wash away. He sent me a long voice message, which I put through an auto transcriber. I only read the first line. [Jenna, I finally understand now. You didn’t just suddenly stop loving me. I was the one who pushed you away, little by little.]

The children, now old enough to suspect their own eventual replacement, stared at the sprouting thing with reverence and panic, like worshipers at the altar of a joke spun too far. Centuries later, when the city finally, truly collapsed—when the tunnels filled and the spires ground down to stalactite dust—the last living child scooped a handful of the blue-veined growth from the nursery wall and ate it. She was not hungry; she was only curious. The taste was subversively sweet, shot through with the granules of every memory the city had ever refused to let die. And in that taste, for the first and final time, the city was at peace: its need, at last, a little less than infinite.

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

At last, everything is over. The End

what is the endgame. What does my father ultimately want?

Chapter 21 The Manor The journey back toward the city felt like a descent into the underworld. Oakhaven was no longer the vibrant metropolis Laila had navigated in her youth; it was a sprawling, skeletal ghost of its former self. From the vantage point of the coastal highway, she could see the smoke rising from the districts The Aegis had "sanitized." Huge swathes of the city were dark, the power grid shattered by the tactical strikes. The only lights that remained were the cold, blue beacons of the Aegis containment camps and the flickering orange of uncontrolled fires.

It was the time where Aphrodite, his first love had disappeared just like what the oracle stated, and he doesn’t get a positive energy in this shitty book. How could he not believe what his uncle just said? When he know that Roswell Fletcher is the tenth city's king? A city full of guards and wise in mind controlling. The tenth and last city of the realm. The city of ‘Guardians'.

The butler grimaced, nearly ready to haul the young master away. "Don't be anxious, Jacob. I know the people that took over our neighbouring city. You could say it was all part of my plan. Now that the news has reached us, it is time for me to make a statement." "I now rule the City of Ethan and the City of White River City. And I am pleased to inform you that the two cities have merged! And it'll be known as "Ice Demon City!" Everyone was deafeningly quiet. They were too preoccupied with digesting the shocking news.

Outside, the city finally noticed something was wrong. As we crossed the street, my phone buzzed again. An image loaded. My sister, wrapped in a blanket, eyes fierce and alive. Behind her, Liam stood watch, blood on his sleeve, jaw set. I closed my eyes, just for a second. Then I opened them and kept walking. Because wars don’t end when you win a battle. They end when you decide what you’re willing to become to finish them. As the Exchange evacuated and the city reeled, a final message appeared, older, colder, unmistakably familiar.