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Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

Something inside me tears open. Glass rains around me as my claws burst through my elbows and shoulders, a new transformation. The pain should have dropped me dead, but instead, it burned through me like rocket fuel. “Help!” I yell, harsh and deep in pain. The window shatters outward, sending sparkling glass flying out. Lysander smiles in amusement. “There's my girl. It's time to take you home.”

"—THEY KNOW— Lily— the shard— find the OTHER— cage wasn’t built for ONE—" His voice fractures, overwhelmed by a sudden, localized wrongness beside us. The brick wall of the bank… ripples. Like disturbed water. A section about the size of a fist turns translucent, revealing not the bank’s interior, but a swirling vortex of impossible colours and jagged, broken light. Nestled within it, pulsing with malevolent energy, is a shard of dark glass. Corrupted. Twisted. The Mirror shard. "Key—" Kieran’s voice is a dying gasp. "…other shard… holds the key…"

Just as we approached the small window, the arguing ceased and cars started swerving out of the driveway in the direction our friends left in. I mentally hoped that Nathan has already found them all, especially Junto and Hyene, medical attention and are off the roads. Claire reached the window and looked around before punching the glass. Shards exploded from under her hand and shattered glass littered the floor. A small hole sat in the middle of webbing glass and Claire pushed the entanglement in around the edges. I looked around us, checking if anyone heard the loud noise, but see nobody. Claire jumped up and gracefully coasted into the small hole, gliding all the way to the floor on the ot

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

“Hold her down. Tear her limbs apart one by one until she tells us where he is.” The two warriors lunged forward, their hands outstretched to grab me. I braced my feet against the stone, preparing to fight with the absolute last breath in my lungs— The entire world exploded into chaos. The massive, grand glass dome at the very center of the Academy library shattered completely. Thousands of heavy, jagged crystal shards rained downward like a violent waterfall, exploding across the stone floor in a deafening, cataclysmic roar. Through the raining glass, a massive, towering shadow descended onto the floor with a force that literally cracked the foundation stones beneath his boots.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Shards of glass from the penthouse doors littered the floor like diamonds, crunching under the boots of the medics rushing forward. Ethan was on his knees in the center of the devastation, cradling Emily’s limp body. He wasn't fully human anymore. His shirt had shredded across his back as his muscles expanded, his skin rippling with the violent, restrained urge to shift. His eyes were voids of abyssal black, leaking shadow. His claws were embedded in the stone beneath him, anchoring him to the earth, because if he let go, he would tear the world apart. "Alpha!" Lucas shouted, skidding to a halt. "Let them work! You have to let them work!"