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On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

“This is too much. This is too powerful. This is too dangerous. I cannot contain this. Cannot process this. Cannot understand this.” “Do not try to contain it. Do not try to process it. Do not try to understand it.” Dawn spoke gently. “Just feel it. Just experience it. Just let it exist within you without analysing. Without judging. Without explaining. Just feel. That is all. That is enough. That is everything.” Shadow held baby Hope longer. The infant kept smiling. Kept trusting. Kept loving without condition. And something in Shadow changed. Shifted. Cracked.

“Shadows are dangerous because they are not overt. They fester quietly, creating instability without notice. Guide perception and behavior without exposing your hand.” I observed interactions closely, noting every nuance. Words were measured, actions deliberate, but small cues revealed hidden ambitions. By carefully framing conversations, emphasizing shared objectives, and subtly redirecting competitive energy, I was able to defuse tension while preserving trust. The shadow remained, but it was contained and monitored.

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.

That Evening - A Discovery Lyra was in the library, researching Shadow Beasts and coven magic, when she found something that made her blood run cold. An old journal, hidden among the restricted texts. She opened it and began to read: Day 47 of Experimentation: ‘The Shadow Wolf subject continues to resist. Her blood is indeed as powerful as the legends claim. A single drop can amplify spells tenfold. But extracting it while she lives is proving difficult.’ ‘She screams for her daughter. Begs us to let her see the child one last time. But High Priestess Morgana has forbidden it. The child must believe her mother is dead, or the plan will fail.’

“I need to understand. I need to control it. Otherwise, I’ll never be safe. And neither will you.” The book opened to a page that radiated a strange energy, symbols etched into the paper shimmering faintly in the lamplight. Her pulse surged as she recognized patterns from her dreams, markings that had burned themselves onto her vision the night the shadows had first attacked. Her breath caught as the meaning unfolded in fragments, the words speaking to her not aloud, but directly, searing understanding into her mind. The flame chooses the vessel, the shadow waits to reclaim.

Pages from my mother's journal. That was Shadow-Rot, a toxin and knock killing poison, known to be used by one pack… the shadow pack.. It doesn't burn its victim fast, instead, it rotted them from the inside out… from their muscles to their nerves to their bones, until their healing couldn't keep up. Even for an Alpha. I'd read it in my mother's journal, a wolf screamed for four days straight before his lungs gave out. “Lucien,” I whispered, terror slicing through me. “Your blood—”

“Feel the bond. Let it lift you. You are not alone. Never alone.” I reached out, placing my hand on the invisible edge between myself and the shadow. The bond flared brightly, golden threads intertwining with my own energy, wrapping me in warmth and strength. I inhaled deeply, grounding myself in the presence of all three Alphas, and stepped forward. The shadow shattered, scattering like mist in the wind. I sank to my knees, chest heaving, sweat running down my back, but a strange exhilaration surged through me. I had faced every fear the shadows had thrown, and I had survived.

I kept the notes, though. Untouched, buried in the top drawer of my nightstand like they were weapons I wasn’t ready to wield. I wasn’t strong enough to read them yet. Because I knew Nikolai. He wouldn’t write unless it was real. And if I read his words, I’d break all over again. So instead, I buried myself in work. In my new role. In the legacy I never wanted but now wore like armor. The Moretti name no longer felt like a noose. It felt like a sword.

I needed something, anything to pin me to my brother's location. I was on the verge of tears already. A strange folder caught my eye. Opening it I saw some peculiar kinds of stuff. Drug trade transactions? Italian Mafia reports? What the heck!? There was another folder that hooked my eyes. It was the draft of a partnership with some guy named Alberto Del Rio, and Daniel Grey…? My…. Brother? God no! Daniel? The door creaked and I shot my eyes to it. The voices downstairs were getting much like an activity or something was happening.