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"Eleanor, don't you see? That's us when we were kids. Give me a chance, please. Let me spend the rest of my life making up for everything. I'll get you whatever you want. Just let me stay by your side." A single, scalding tear fell onto the back of my ice-cold hand. It almost burned. Who would have thought that the strongest warrior of Darkmoon Pack would cry because of me? I sighed. My voice carried a cold edge as I said, "Andrew, I just want you to disappear from my sight." Still, he refused to let go. But before he could say another word, Kalel shoved him aside and pulled me away without hesitation. Without looking back, I vanished into the snow.

“That was me… but it wasn’t.” Kade’s grip tightened. “What did you see?” “Another version of me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Not the doppelgänger. This was… real. Like a future I haven’t lived yet.” Selene’s form flickered, her expression grim. “The Shadow Veil doesn’t just show what was. It shows what could be. If that figure is a future you, it’s a warning—or a threat.” “A threat?” Lucas asked, his voice sharp. “What, like she’s gonna turn on us?”

It was a time of unmaking. The Red Veil, it said, was the result of a forbidden union between wolfkind and something else. Something beyond the veil of spirit and realm. A Mother of Shadows, nameless, ancient. She chose vessels. She corrupted them. Gifted them with powers that defied the natural laws of the moon. And then, she was sealed away, her vessels destroyed. Or so the elders believed. But a note was scrawled in the margins, barely legible. One will return. A heart bound to blood. She will rise beneath the blood moon, and the gates will open once more.

she said, stepping toward the edge of the platform. Beneath them, the depths yawned open — layer after layer of translucent shadow, stitched together by flickering veins of gold. The core of the Veil had always been dark, silent, predictable. Now it shimmered like molten glass, its form shifting in ways no reaper had ever witnessed. The others hesitated as she raised her scythe. The weapon’s blade pulsed once in acknowledgment, its edge bleeding faint golden light — the same hue that had seared across the Citadel.

But this was no whisper. This was a scream. The vision had not been a gentle unfolding of possibility, no drifting veil of futures yet to be. It was a brutal unveiling, a tearing away of all that was safe. The Veil—shimmering, invisible, ever-present—was not merely thinning. It was tearing.

Because something inside her— That dark, growing presence— Wasn’t afraid. “Stay together,” Kael ordered. The shadows moved. At first, it was subtle. A flicker along the edge of a building. A distortion where light should have been steady. But then— They grew. Stretching. Crawling. Unfolding. Not cast by anything. Not bound to anything. Alive. Lira gasped. “What is that—” The shadows peeled away from the walls. From the ground. From the spaces between light. And began to gather.

Perhaps he was doing this out of guilt, or perhaps he wanted to use the baby as a chain to keep me around after I found out about his affair. Hesitation was snuffed out by the thoughts of what I'd done earlier, though. Or what he thought I'd done. He had no idea when those photos were taken. Helen would never do anything that'd disgrace him, or so he thought. Therefore, I became his prime suspect. He wanted to teach me a painful lesson. I came out looking like a ghost thanks to the premature labor. He couldn't even bring himself to look at the corpse of my bruised child. The doctor told him it was a girl.

The innocent girl I thought I once loved no longer existed, and I could not even remember what I had ever seen in her. Once upon a time, I had been the jealous type, ready to tear apart any male who so much as spoke to her. However, looking at those pictures of her lying naked in another man's bed, I felt nothing at all. I thanked Penelope and slowly stood up. "By the way, I need to return something to you." As I spoke, I immediately shifted into my wolf form and dragged my sharp claws across my arm three times, leaving deep gashes where you could see the mangled flesh beneath.

“I don’t believe it to be vampires. This is something we need to work towards stopping, instead of fighting the supernatural order.” “I agree,” stated Vincent. They both looked to Evelyn and Calous. “Yes, our people are what matter. I will work quickly on finishing the spell for the nullifier. I won’t fail like I did here. I promise.” It made me angry at how she said that. She was not the failure, it was that chicken, to be caught in his own lies, his own games.” “Evelyn, we know you will not fail,” encouraged Shaun. “I will go now, to work on it.” My heart soared at the thought of her coming to the cottage. Maybe I can get an opportunity to explain.

And I could see something else too, something behind my own eyes that hadn't been there before. A figure, standing just behind me, made of nothing but light. A veil, white and flowing, appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself slowly around my body like a gown woven from something more than fabric. Thin material settled over my shoulders, weightless. A translucent veil drifted behind my head, moving gently even though there was no wind anywhere in this place to move it. I stared down at myself, not understanding any of it, my hands trembling as I took in what I'd become.