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Sophie bit her lip, looking so delicate that it would tug at everyone’s heart. "Ella, don't be upset. Mr. Graham just feels sorry for me being all by myself, which is why he decided to take me out for New Year's. If you really don't want us to go, don't push yourself. I can go on my own. Seriously, Ella. You can stop packing." Sophie tried to grab the suitcase from me, but in the next second, it crashed to the floor. My hands shook as I held the clothes. Seeing Sophie in front of me with her eyes filled with tears, I finally knew for sure that I had come back to life. I had returned to this very day when Sophie went to the beach by herself.

It was a sound of immense, focused power. We all rushed to the main cavern. The scanner Elena had set up at the tunnel entrance was going haywire, displaying energy signatures that dwarfed anything we'd ever seen. "He's looking for you," Croft said, his face pale in the screen's glow. On the display, we saw it. A Reaper, but unlike any before. It was larger, its form more solid, woven through with filaments of gold that pulsed with Jeff's unique energy signature. It moved methodically across the wasteland, scanning, probing. It was a extension of his will, a hunter with a single, burning purpose.

On the table before him sat a small case. "Alpha Merikh," The Reaper drawled, a grin spreading across his face. He didn't bother standing up. "I must admit, I was shocked when your contact reached out. The great Lycan Alpha, stooping so low as to enter my humble establishment." "I don't have time for pleasantries," I said, my voice dropping dangerously low. "You have the unrefined antidote to the shadow-root toxin. Hand it over." The Reaper leaned back in hischair, crossing his fingers.

The truck engine idles, a deep, mechanical growl that vibrates in the pavement beneath my boots. I press myself into the brick recess of the corner building, holding my breath. My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. The Reaper who stepped out of the garbage truck—a giant with a shaved head and a beard braided with metal rings—holsters his radio. "Load him up," he commands. Two more men jump out from the back of the truck. They wear black tactical gear, no cuts. Mercenaries? Or just Reapers dressed for war?

The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road. I resting my hand over my stomach, feeling the steady, calm rhythm of my own breath. We weren't a project anymore. We weren't a corporate investment. We were the anarchy that had survived the harvest, and as the first thunder of the incoming mountain battle began to echo through the valley, I knew the Queen wasn't going to hide behind the stone for long. The Reaper was in the shadows, but the Montague name was already written in the iron of the gates, and we were going to make sure the dark learned exactly who owned the dawn.

“Of course, I missed you. What are you saying?” “I’m not your father, Rachael. I am a reaper. I am only taking the face of someone you find comfort in,” he says. Rachael wipes the tears from her eyes as her excitement is watered down by the reaper’s words. “A reaper, like grim reaper?” she asks, “Yes,”. “I’m I dead?” “Yes. I am here to take you to the other side,” the reaper says. “My family… are they on the other side?” Rachael asks, “All the ones you care about,” the reaper says with a smile.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

“He’s… alive.” “For now.” The reaper angled their scythe toward the man. “Every soul has a time. His is minutes away. That’s where you come in.” “What do you mean, me? I don’t know what the hell I’m doing—” “Best way to learn,” the reaper cut in. Their gaze flicked to Avery, unreadable. “Reach. Pull. Guide him through. The scythe will answer you. Try not to screw it up.” Avery’s throat went dry. Their hands shook as they stepped closer. The old man’s eyes fluttered open—hazy, clouded with fear. He looked directly at Avery.

And for the first time in the history of the universe, the Reaper didn't check his watch. He just watched the sun go down, and knew that tomorrow, it would rise again. Just for them. The End.

In her fancy dress made of moonlight fabric, Amy showed off her shiny wolf-tooth necklace as she searched for Adam. Adam was in the forest, his face serious as he listened to his Beta, Aaron, give him the latest news. "Adam, they found a burned body at the edge of our territory. It looks like... It looks like it's Luna Ella!" The words ‘burned body’ made Adam's heart race. "Say that again," Adam said, his voice deep and scary. "Look into it again. She can't be dead!" Adam ordered, his voice loud and fierce. Aaron had just left when Amy found Adam. "Adam, what's wrong? You're supposed to be with only me tonight."