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The veil held the promise of untold knowledge, of answers to the questions that had haunted them throughout their journey. Valen's voice was a whisper, filled with both caution and curiosity. "This is the Veil of Temporal Convergence—an ancient artifact that holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of time."

Until a blast shook the forest, the ground trembled and the trees staggered back as a mighty power was unleashed into the world. Ravyn's senses instantly sharpened with their usual clarity, as a white beam of light shot into the sky, right above the trees. As the beam reached a point it seemed to spill over like a fountain, a dome of swirling red, orange and gold descended just like... a Veil. The Shadow's eyes widened and with a curse she cloaked herself within mist and shadow, spearing toward the dome. She recognised those flames anywhere. Sephora was using the stone, just like Ambrose had warned not to - the very thing he'd asked Ravyn to prevent.

Sla…thar… come…to…sla…th…ar… A gigantic dark shadow loomed behind the narrow, foggy path. Leila was frozen where she stood. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could manage, the thick grey ash and smoke hurt her throat badly. Subconsciously, she knew that this might be another vivid nightmare, but still, she didn’t dare to proceed an inch. Some inexplicable power had drawn her to this place, and that power had something to do with the beast hidden behind the fog.

“Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. They fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir founded Nightshade, carving a territory steeped in the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, border on magic, drawing power from the earth itself. That, paired with the three years of nearly complete silence... it feels deliberate and worrisom.” Aurora’s heart raced, her thoughts flickering to Vincent’s warnings about Nightshade’s unrest. The pack’s isolation, paired with this unnatural energy, pointed to something sinister. “This feels bigger than territorial disputes,” she mindlinked. “Like it could threaten all

His piercing eyes held a hint of mystery and intensity, drawing her in with their magnetic gaze. But this glaring creature was glaring down at her. His dark eyes were hostile, making her want to shrink to the floor and disappear. The way he looked at her was definitely the definition of the phrase, ‘if looks could kill’. “Who are you? A spy?” Roselia flinched at the displeasure in his voice. His dark cold eyes glimmered with a dangerous light and it made her shiver more than the dressing temperature. She couldn't help but think that this man was the perfect example of the inhumanely beautiful male she often read about in fictional stories.

She turned it over in her hands, and her eyes widened slightly at the title embossed on the back: "The Shepherd’s Keep." She blinked, confusion creasing her brow. Her fingers traced the letters, her breathing shallow. She quickly flipped the book open, and her eyes scanned the first heading: “Code of Conduct.” Vanessa's forehead was lined with furrows. The words on the page seemed strange, almost esoteric, as if they belonged to some ancient society. She read the first three rules aloud in a whisper, her voice barely audible: *"The shepherd must protect the dignity and interest of his initiate at all costs, his gold and his silver"

Everything about her appearance was designed for maximum impact. She was the kind of woman who turned heads just by stepping into a room, the kind whose presence made others sit up straighter. And right now, she had a rough idea, a very rough idea, why she was here. Vanessa removed her sunglasses with a classiness that needed to be studied, revealing her shade of brown Hawthorne eyes. Her assessing gaze flicked from Zander to Kallista. A soft smirk played on her lips, but there was nothing warm about it.

The dust of the clone began swirling upward, forming symbols in the air — words written in fire. THE VEIL IS COMING. And then, darkness.

Rhea rolled her eyes. He stepped back, lifted both arms, and began to chant. The air split. The ground cracked. The far wall shimmered with impossible light—neither color nor shadow, but something in between. The Veil opened like a wound, rippling outward, its edges dripping with liquid silence. Virex turned once more, his eye gleaming like a dying star. “Ready your souls,” he said, and then he smiled wider. “Because we are about to walk through the lie that built the world.”

I felt the toxic energy hum through the air, and my heart raced as we rolled away from the immediate danger. Pelin wasted no time. She yelled “Shadow Veil!” cloaking us in darkness and temporarily concealing our presence. It was a clever move, but Virgo’s sharp laugh told me it wouldn’t last long. “Do you really think you can hide from me?” Virgo’s voice rang out, soft and honeyed, yet laced with malice. “There’s no escape here—only death!” I gritted my teeth as Virgo spread her arms. The air shifted, thickening with a swirling purple haze.