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"I'm sorry. I can't fight anymore. Can't wait eighteen years. Can't risk losing control and hurting you. So I'm leaving. Going somewhere far away. Where I can't hurt anyone. Don't look for me. Don't try to save me. Just live. Be happy. Remember me as I was. Not what I'll become. I love you all. Forever. Hope." "No!" Luna collapses. "She's gone! My baby is gone!" We search everywhere. The city. The country. The world. But Hope has vanished. Completely. Totally. Gone. And with her, our only hope of surviving the next eighteen years.

"She's a descendant of Hecate but so are hundreds and thousands others. So why do her and Postestas' mate and that Mirus boy and the girl from 1700s all have powers and the rest don't?" "Wait...I think I've spotted something," I said flicking through the pages. "Milly's birthday is April 17th, Donatia's was April 16th, Mirus's was April 18th, Elizabeth's is April 14th. There's a connection. There has to be." "All three of those are in the Aries constellation," Max said. "Does that mean anything to you?" "Aries...aries...aries," I said trying to remember what I had read about that constellation.

I whispered in shock. I heard Caspian clear his throat. “Yeah about that, she fit the description too.” That's too weird. And now I'm starting to think the moon goddess's clues were wrong. “Which of them?” I asked carefully. “For one, she's a Sagittarius. Born November 26th.” I knew it was stupid when Nyla said we were looking for Sagittarius girls! Nobody believed zodiac signs meant anything, right? But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse.

I tell her. “Then over there is where Lily brought the giants back to life, that’s another prophecy. Beyond that is where, I think, Hope went to live. She’s a hybrid who’s mother was experimented on when she was pregnant with Hope. Another long, sad story, but she’s here now. I’d like to go see her and say hi while we’re here if you don’t mind,” I say. I feel her shock and awe and I stop, looking down at her. “Is everything okay?”

“The vault entrance is buckling! We need to seal it now!” Elias helped Seraphina pull the last carrier inside. “Hope’s power is spiking off the charts. She’s glowing like a star!” Victor staggered as dark cracks appeared across his skin. “What have you done? This power… it’s unstable!” Hope’s voice rang out. “Your line has no anchor. Ours does. Feel it breaking you!” Damien and Mia dragged Hope toward the vault as the final massive hull fragment hurtled straight toward their position. Victor unleashed one last desperate wave of energy, dark tendrils lashing out to grab Hope. “She belongs to the superior bloodline!” The ground split open beneath them as the impact hit.

" I am a half witch. I am a very powerful witch. One of my many powers is that I can read minds." "You liar." She said, smiling. I shook my head. "I would never! Nor will I ever hurt you. You have no reason to fear me, mate. I will protect you. No one will ever hurt you again." She went silent. I wasn't really sure what to make of it. Perhaps she didn't believe that I would give my life to defend her. Perhaps she didn't believe me at all. "Luna Hope is a witch?" She finally asked. "She is. Her powers are time manipulation."

Hope was 35 when she became Alpha of the Circle. Not by blood. Not by war. By choice. The wolves gathered on Luna’s hill the morning after the funeral. Thousands of moons above them, pink and white and scarred. Damian was too old to stand for long, leaning on a carved staff Valen had made. He looked at Hope with Luna’s galaxy eyes staring back at him. “The Circle has no crown,” he said, voice thin but steady. “Only stones. Only promises. If you want this, you choose it every day.”

This was the source of the North’s power—the place where the blood of the First Alpha had supposedly mixed with the sap of the world to create the shifter race. "Mommy, the tree is singing," Hope whispered, shifting back into her human form. She stood in the snow, her small body glowing with an ethereal emerald-gold light. She walked toward the massive trunk, her hand outstretched. "Hope, wait!" Leo called out, his indigo runes flashing a warning. "The energy here is Unformatted. It’s raw. If it hits your starburst, it could—" But Hope didn't stop. She pressed her palm against the white bark of the Marrow-Oak.

“I saw Hope’s records from two years ago. Her injuries and burns were so severe she could only have gotten them from some sort of explosion.” “You found her medical records?” Chris asked. Of course they wouldn’t find her records no matter how hard they look since the Alexeevs have their own doctors to begin with. I bet they also have their own hospital in their courtyard, too. But still, Jasmine died that day, and on that same day, Hope was born. They were one and the same person, but the difference was worlds apart. Jasmine was just a normal girl, while Hope was a mafia princess. “But how did Jasmine end up with Nikolai?” I asked Chris. That was a black hole I’ve been trying to solve since

I say gently. He presses his lips together, but he doesn’t argue with me. His phone rings a moment later and his contact at home gives him the address for Vasile Northway. “Come on, my Angel. It’s time to go see a vampire. Don’t leave," he says to Maxwell. "We need to plan how you’re going to get Hope out of here if she’s still willing to work with you. We don’t want it known that she’s a shifter, so we’ll have to come up with a story about her getting attacked instead of Tanya,” Liam says.