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It felt like the crowd increased by a thousand. The city hadn’t stopped chanting, and neither had I. Because one truth burned hotter than the rest: Carl still had the manuscript. My manuscript. The story I poured my soul into, the one Tanya stole, the one Carl buried. But it wasn’t just about my words anymore. Somewhere in that file, in that locked vault of his archives, were threads tied to Delphinium – contracts, names, the blueprint of the empire Carl thought untouchable. That manuscript wasn’t just mine. It was evidence, and I was going to take it back. The one I had gotten from my professor months ago, now laid in a pile of rubbish in my burnt home. What was supposed to be it’s pages no

“She can’t know I had anything to do with it. Tell her you saw her old work. Tell her you were looking for rare talents and you found her.” Connor’s eyebrows climbed higher. “You’re in deep with this one aren’t you?” I didn’t answer. He waved me toward the door. “Get out before I change my mind.” I left the building and felt a small knot loosen in my chest. One thing done. One less weight on her shoulders. Next was Richard Harper. I had a contact in private security run his usual spots. He drank every afternoon at a quiet café in the East Village. In that old booth with low lights. The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

Then, abruptly, the trees fell away. They stepped out onto a wide shelf of black stone at the base of the spire. Up close it was even larger than it had seemed from the ridge — a jagged tower erupting from the earth, its surface veined with glowing sigils that writhed slowly like living script. The silver-veined forest ended at its edge as if cut with a knife. Ava’s breath caught. “This is it.” The token flared against her ribs, a steady burn that was almost pain. The whisper filled her head, clearer than ever: Daughter of ash. Come.

My mate Alpha Horton hated me, convinced I’d driven his beloved Chloe to her death. But it was his body that shielded mine from a silver bullet. Reborn, my mission is simple: break the bond he despises and finally set him free for Chloe. The first day of my new life, I went straight to the pack's shaman and demanded to break my mate bond with Horton. "A mate bond decreed by the Moon Goddess cannot simply be—" "It can," I cut her off. "You know the ancient unbinding ritual, Rose. I've read the pack records."

The spiral lingered longer this time, almost forming a face, a mouth, something that opened and closed in silent hunger before vanishing into the lamp-lit air. "Counterfeit." My voice came out hoarse, the suppression chains drying my throat, slowing my thoughts. "The Duskbane spiral curves left to right, following the setting moon. These curve right to left. They're reversed." Aurel looked at me, and behind his spectacles something shifted, a reverence that made my skin prickle more than the chains ever could. "You see it." "I feel it in my teeth. In the place where my magic lives." I stepped closer, the chains clanking against the marble. "It's like hearing a song played backward. The notes

“When I’m in love with someone I will make sure to make that person my number one. I will make sure that every second of every day that she spends with me is filled with only love and happiness.” “Are you already confessing to me?” Shane teases me while laughing so sweetly. Then everyone around us laughs and shouts too because she’s teasing me. I just smiled at her. I want to talk to her privately about me being attracted to her. After I speak it’s Shane’s turn to speak too about herself. “Hello I’m Shane Sandoval. Twenty four years old and I’m Bi. I’m attracted to a man and a woman.” She said it proudly.

“That’s the spirit, Constantine. With the mountain ash on our side, victory will be within our grasp. But remember, we must keep this a secret. If anyone finds out what we’re planning, it could spell disaster.” Constantine agreed wholeheartedly. She knew the importance of discretion, especially with so much at stake. As Isolde began to gather the necessary ingredients for their ritual, Constantine couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement and confidence. With Isolde’s guidance and the power of the mountain ash, she was ready to face Agnes in the ultimate contest for supremacy.

“I hate that silence. I hate that my silence costs you everything.” Ashley turned her hand palm up and laced their fingers together. “It will not cost me everything. I will survive it.” “Will you?” Clara searched her face. “Because I see the way you look at him now. Not with fear. With something deeper. And he looks back the same way. If there is a bond… if the Goddess has chosen differently…” “There is no mark on me,” Ashley interrupted quietly. “No crescent. No proof. Whatever this is, it cannot change the alliance. It cannot change what must happen.”

“The spell that Helen had placed on both Anne and Ashton was one that was not easy to break. I need your help” “Of course, you do. Why else would you come here in the middle of the night, alone” Loraine then handed her a black book and opened a page to show Anastasia. “Ashley needs to break the spell. Only she is powerful enough to do that” Anastasia read the page and her eyes opened wider, “What are you saying? What is Helen? How is it possible for her to be so powerful”