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He extends a hand, pulling the blonde one up with ease. “And that’s why he’s my beta,” the white-haired one says with a wry smile. “Z is a fricking beast.” Z. They walk out of frame and the vision fractures. I see flashes now. The day my parents died. Zach. Maven. And me—playing under sunlight. Wolves howling. A call to war. Screams. Chains. Blood. So much blood. A voice whispers through the chaos: “It’s time. Go to him.”

“You couldn't kill her swiftly before; you didn't kill her quickly for a reason. Don't know what kind of sick spell you were casting before, but killing my mate now won't save your life, witch.” Bitter laughter escaped her. “At least you'll watch your love die as I was forced to watch mine, killed by your hands!” I pressed harder on the shield, feeling it break. “The war takes lives. People die,” I stated coldly, my eyes on the witch. Her hand trembled as she snarled, “You should have died, not him!”

As she read, her eyes went wide like saucers. It read, ‘Luna Lily, this is Alpha Dwight. I wrote this to you to tell you that your mate, Reid has committed a very big offense to me, the other alphas and all the members of the royal pack. And so, he will be sentenced to death in two days at exactly 10 pm tomorrow. I know it’s a great pain to lose a mate and that’s why I and the other alphas have concluded that we will sedate you. By doing so, you will not feel you mate bond tearing apart and you won’t feel the pain as Dexter kills him.’ She opened her eyes wide as she finished reading. “No”, she said. “This is not happening!” she shouted.

But all that poured from him was blood—hot and thick—each failed attempt carving deeper into my soul until the world around us faded, and all I could see was the darkness threatening to consume him. “Come on! Wake up, wake the fuck up!” I screamed, my voice cracking as desperation clawed at my throat. I pressed down harder, my fingers digging into his chest, my tears mingling with the blood that soaked my hands. The weight of realization crashed over me like a tidal wave—I had lost him. My first death, as they called it, and the deadness inside me felt insurmountable. Long after I’d declared him gone, I kept my hands there, longing for a sign, anything that could pull him back from the abyss

“You don’t even want to make a swift kill.” “I know.” “You want to fight with them.” “Why not? They killed everyone I loved over and over again. They are strong but I am a strong one as well. Take this.” I threw a remote controller next to him. “I want to see who will die first. Us all or only them. If you feel like this battle is outmatched, push the button.”

until world destruction. The Final Duel Rages Damien’s combat blade clashed sharply against Natalia’s lethal strikes, sparks flying as steel met steel, deadly and unforgiving. "You’re too late," she hissed, twisting sharply, her dark smile widening. "The world burns... whether you live or die.” A Battle Against Time Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two advancing guards as combat drones emerged, locking on fast. Gunfire erupted, lighting up the steel-plated platform as Kyle’s trembling fingers typed frantically, fighting to shut down the missile control interface.

And I definitely don’t like the way my stomach does a weird little flip with his eyes on me before they finally move on. I definitely don’t like how difficult it was to maintain my composure in front of him. And I fucking hate, how terrifying he is. On this entire battlefield. Wolves. Wendigos. My ridiculously powerful brothers. And Diana’s fucking lunar flame. Of everyone here, my body wants to submit —to him. My instincts scream: bow or bolt. And I do neither, because fuck that. In the next moment, a loud, brutal SNAP echoes across the battlefield, and my head whips to the side just in time to see Alpha Wynter—dead at Alex’s feet.

I read the rest fast, skipping small parts until I reach the end of the page. “The light and the darkness each plunged their swords at the heart of their opponent—” It’s as if I can see it, as vivid as if I had been there. And maybe I did see it all. The vision comes back to me. I saw this scene when I di—when I almost died. “Both men fell that day, and so it was known as The Battle of the Fallen.” “Are you into war and battle stuff now?” Raphael asks. “Maybe I am. You don’t know me.”