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Blackmoon hadn’t just expelled her. They were hunting her. Maybe Xavier. Maybe the Council. Maybe even her father. She didn’t wait to ask questions. She disappeared into the woods before he could call for help—limping, shaking, but alive. --- Meanwhile at Blackmoon academy. The first round of Final Trials was set to begin by sunrise, and Lucian Wolfe had been chosen as the lead for Trial One—Command and Siege. It was a leadership-based challenge, the kind that demanded strategy, ruthlessness, and precision.

“You need to see this. Now.” I turn back to the main display as video feeds from Alaska fill the wall. The collapsed facility site is no longer quiet. Rubble shifts. Ice cracks. The ground pulses with unnatural light. Theo stands in the wreckage. Fully formed now. Scarred but whole. Silver eyes burning with cold intent. And he is not alone. Scottie stands beside him. Alive. Regenerating. The sight hits me harder than any blade ever could. Between them, held carefully as if it is sacred, floats something impossible.

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

The air around him had grown even more dangerous and oppressive. His shirt collar was slightly open. The familiar tattoo was still there, but a vicious new scar cut across it. As soon as the interview was over, he brought his "clean" little girlfriend, Barbara Granato, here to see the world he ruled. Seeing how close he and Barbara were, I lowered the brim of my hat and tried to melt into the crowd. But Michele suddenly grabbed my wrist. His eyes were cold. "Why are you running?" he asked coldly, tugging his collar aside to fully expose the tattoo. "Aren't you going to look at the mark you left back then?"

he said, his tone laced with disdain. I sneered, meeting his gaze. “You think this changes anything? You’re playing a dangerous game, Grey.” He stepped closer, his face inches from mine. “This isn’t a game, Frank. This is justice.” Behind him, a screen flickered to life, showing live footage of Gabby’s son. My stomach twisted. Grey noticed my reaction and smirked. “Oh, yes. We’ve been watching. Did you really think we wouldn’t find him?” “You’re making a mistake,” I growled.

Logan was silent for a few seconds. "What are your terms?" "Help me sever my mate bond," I said, forcing my voice not to crack. "And help me destroy them." "Done," Logan nodded. "I'll send my warriors to get you immediately." "No, not yet," I shook my head. "Three days from now. At Layla's Consecration Ceremony. I want her to watch her whole world burn to the ground at her moment of greatest triumph." I ended the call and put the device away.

“The Trial hasn’t been performed since the fall of the Elder Clans!” “I dare,” I said, lifting my bleeding hand high. “Because you all forgot what it means to bleed for a crown. You preach legacy, yet fear the old ways. I don’t. You want to test me? Then do it. Tonight. I’ll walk the fire, and you’ll see who burns and who survives.” Malrick’s lips curled, reluctant admiration flickering in his eyes. “So be it. The Trial of Flame is invoked. At moonrise, you will walk the path.”

“What… what are you?” Elora stepped forward, silver fire swirling around her like a living storm. “I’m their reckoning.” The ground trembled as a colossal wolf-shaped shadow rose behind her, eyes like blazing stars, its presence so heavy even Rowan’s wolves whimpered and backed away. The Watcher’s voice boomed through the night. “The Final Trial begins now. Survive… or lose everything.” Joel reached for her weakly. “Elora… don’t lose yourself.” She didn’t look back. Her gaze was locked on Rowan, her voice steady, calm, and lethal.

All through the procedure, Jian Ying was right beside her and could not stop x-raying her whole body. And right at that very moment, he fixed his eyes on her thighs and bored holes through it. He was getting drowned right there, slowly! Jian Ying upgraded and started scanning Chen Lijuan's whole body in a seductive manner from her head to her toe. It was really something! Chen Lijuan felt really embarrassed and she blushed not once or twice before they were done. His piercing looks were boring holes through her body and it gave her a foreign feelings. She bit her lower lip hard innocently and did not stop fiddling with her fingers. She looked at Jian Ying and saw that his beautiful blue eyes