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I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.

But the moment she steps inside, her entire body locks up. She freezes. Her breath catches in her throat. Because sitting there, eyes trained directly on her, is him. Xavier. The tray trembles in her grip. Her pulse pounds violently in her ears. His scent reaches her first, overwhelming her senses. Musky. Powerful. Unforgettable. The tray slips from her hands. The goblets fall to the floor. The sound rings out like a warning bell, halting all conversation. The spilled juice spreads across the ground, soaking into her shoes, but she doesn’t move.

“Someone who can see the amazing person who you truly are. I know we just met, but trust me, your true self shines through. Right now, everything seems to be falling apart, but you have to have faith that the Goddess has a plan for everything.” “Thank you.” I say, sniffling. It’s getting harder for me to be able to keep all my emotions in check.

Aria's POV The sentence on my journal cover was written in handwriting I did not recognize. Small and precise and slanting slightly to the left, the kind of handwriting that belonged to someone who had learned to write carefully because careless writing had once cost them something. I stood in my doorway and stared at it and felt my wolf go completely still inside my chest. It said: The True Luna does not need a trial. She needs to shift.

“We’ll win this.” She didn’t answer. She’d seen the way Mr. Clarke had avoided her eyes that morning. The way he barely spoke during preparation. The way he’d said, Don’t get your hopes up. Something had already been decided. The judge’s voice sliced through the air. “Court is now in session. The case of the State versus Robert Cross, charged with fraud, corporate embezzlement, and money laundering.” Cameras clicked from the back rows, flashes reflecting off the polished wood.

Everyone turned their bodies at the back since Von asked too. "Its purpose is simple. You will place that book beside the Sacred Book of Truths," Colza answered Von by staring at his eyes. "And then?" Kai asked, so Colza's eyes went to Kai's eyes. "The Records of Lies will join the Sacred Book of Truths," Colza answered. "Wait, I still don't get it. Why do we have to add the Records of Lies to the Sacred Book of Truths?" Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her.

I read out loud as I open one of them. Aliya stiffens, “What did you just say?” “It’s written here,” I hold up the book, pointing at a page.” She snatches it from me, her face pale. Then she tosses the book down and looks through the other journals, opening them and then throwing them aside, “It’s all over. Your pack was associated with the Order of Eternity?” There is horror in her voice, the kind I’ve never heard of before. “What?” I glance at Lucas. “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve heard of this thing. What is it?”

I want to know how they reacted to it. I sit by a candle to illuminate the words. It somehow feels nicer that way. It feels calmer, like I have more control. It feels like I’m undertaking a sacred mission. And in a way, I am. Then, I find something that catches my attention. I read over it. It seems almost too good to be true. But it is true. I pour over all the words, falling upon the most perfect answer. I wonder if Raphael knows. I wonder if anyone in the pack knows.

Instead, she just stared at Eli and waited for more nonsense to spill from his mouth. “What’s a Trueblood, you ask?” His tone was mocking. “I’d be happy to tell you, North. A Trueblood has blood from all the races, meaning he or she has the potential to tap into multiple powers, and the strongest Truebloods can open portals whenever and wherever they want. As you can imagine, there are some who would like to control that kind of power—some like your parents, and their group.” North stiffened. “The Allises aren’t my parents. They might be biologically, but I don’t trust them.” She didn’t trust the men surrounding her either, but she was wise enough not to utter those words.

“Do it.” She tapped the tablet—press release already drafted and ready. Scanned pages of the contract appeared on the screen: highlighted sections showing no conjugal rights, business purpose only, mutual dissolution. Her statement followed—measured, unflinching, the voice of a woman who had run empires: “The marriage to Damien Vale was contractual, non-romantic, for business stability. It ended amicably months ago. My son Martin Ostin’s relationship with Mr. Vale is personal and consensual. Any suggestion of impropriety is false. We ask for privacy during this time.”