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"You think you're the power in this. The shadows have the power, and you know it. You're nothing but dull wrapping paper for me to tear through and get to them." I'm stuck in these stupid binds, and no matter how much energy, how much I struggle, I can't break free. I can't get to her. I can't call out. The shadows must have sensed me struggling hard, so they removed the covering of my eyes so I could watch her battle Malik and enjoy my fear.

Not from any wolf. Not from the First Beast. Something far older. Something far larger. The stained-glass ceiling shattered. Dark clouds swirled overhead. Through the opening, I saw an enormous shadow moving across the sky. Two crimson eyes opened within the darkness. The Shadow Dragon. Its body stretched beyond the clouds, so immense that it blocked the moon itself. Even from miles away, its presence made the earth tremble. Seluna looked at me with urgency. "The Veil has weakened faster than I feared."

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

Sharona POV: Mel arrogance still lingers in the air. I resist the urge to sneer. Stepping closer, my voice dipping into something softer, something more dangerous. "The Veil of Balance is not some tale," I say, my finger tracing the ancient runes embroidered into my cloak. "It is the threshold between this world and the next, where life and death intertwine." "Okay," Mel asks crossing her arms, "what does this have to do with Alessia?" I let out a quiet laughter."Everything!"

The power roars out of me in a scream that tears the sky in half. Light and shadow collide in a single blade blooming from my hand—neither gold nor black, but something alive, something endless—and I bring it down with all the fury in my bones. The Veilborne looks up, eyes gleaming like two dying stars. And it laughs. Because it wanted this. Because it always wanted this.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

the voice murmured. The shadows around me began to move. Not like shadows should. They curled. Stretched. Reached. The corridor blurred, the walls fading as if they were being pulled away from reality itself. My heart raced. The ground beneath my feet cracked with a low sound, dark light spilling through the fractures. A pull formed in front of me… Deep. Endless. Calling. “The Veil awaits,” the voice whispered. I staggered forward slightly, my breath uneven. “This is your choice, child…”

Every gaze snapped to me. “We don’t hide. And we don’t fall apart. Haven of Shadows exists because the world cast you out, because you had nowhere else to go. None of you are strangers to fear. But you’re also not strangers to survival.” My voice wavered only slightly. Alejandro squeezed my hand, subtle but reassuring. “We will strengthen the wards. We will prepare. And we will face whatever comes, together.”

“He was part of it, wasn’t he? The creation of the Veil.” Kyren didn’t deny it. Riven swore softly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ashen’s voice was quiet, reverent. “The First Shadow.” The title hit like a physical blow. I’d read it once, buried in the oldest tomes, a being who helped forge the Veil between realms, only to be consumed by it. A creature neither mortal nor divine. “You’re not just bound to the shadowfire,” I said slowly. “You are it.”

The room seemed to shrink. This wasn’t just about Noah. This wasn’t even about the kiss-that-almost-was. It was what she’d unleashed in the moment she snapped. Hiraya paced once, then turned back, eyes wide and shimmering with a clairvoyance she didn’t want. “They felt you,” she said. “All of them. Everything that waits on the other side of the veil for a Sombra to slip.” Her voice trembled. “You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.”