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The words on the page sent a chill right through me. *The White Wolf's return will be written in blood. Starting with those she loves. Watch them fall, one by one. The Lunar Moon is coming.* My hands started shaking. I read it again. And again. White Wolf. What did that even mean? "Sky? Do you know what a White Wolf is?" Silence. "Sky?" "Someone knows," she said finally, her voice strained. "Someone knows something they shouldn't."

Nelson Mandela once said “They can take all that we have, break our bones, make us bleed but what they cannot break is our spirit." We slept in front of mama’s corpse, we could not move forward, strive for survival which was only futile. My mind captured with so many dark thoughts “Why not they kill me too?” What was the real value of life – Nothingness. I woke to find that the moon had covered the skies, the atmosphere very serene. I turned my gaze to the direction where my mother lay lifeless on the grass – streek of silent tears clouded my eyes.

Reive said again impatiently, frowning. He raised his hand, looking around as the sticky red liquid ran down his palm. He had got his hands dirty while killing the soldier, and was looking for something to wipe them on. The Dark around was clouding like coils of snakes. Zomzom stepped back instinctively. He felt this wasn’t the Dark which was usually swirling in the air – an indifferent and calm one. This was a hungry looming from the Twilight’s depths that was feeding on human death and pain. The zombie was trying to remember the name of this Dark but he couldn’t.

My skin looks much paler on a sunny day. I put my black glasses on my eyes and from distance watching my new victim. After a week I will be hungry again if I will not feed myself, madness will rule my body and I will turn into a zombie. It's the end of my consciousness. The only thing is left for me. I have a week. I must prepare my victim for his death, even if his blood is not very welcome to me. his blood is dirty, drugs and alcohol destroyed the smell and taste of it. Why he? Why not something purer, more tasteful for my tongue? But still, I chose him for some reason I can't describe. The black windows of my car are hiding me. This car isn't fancy or new but it isn't making any unwanted

An iridescent glow fills the dazzling skies, and it hits me, flowing into me, and I feel the power surge through me. My hair turns white, I look down to see it almost reaches the ground. “The realm of the Gods… Zed... we’re here.”

*Zara’s POV The ground beneath me is cold and unfamiliar, a jagged slate of obsidian that glimmers faintly under a sky streaked with colors I can’t name. Violet and gold swirl where stars should be, and the air tastes metallic, like blood and lightning. My body aches, every muscle screaming as I push myself up onto my elbows. The twins are curled against me, their small hands still gripping my shirt, their breaths shallow but steady. Alive. *Alive.*

My vision blurs but I find myself staring up at the moon. I only hear some ringing and soon I see that woman standing over me with a chilling look in her eyes. "... precious pup..." her voice sounds miles away. I feel myself getting picked up so I struggle but the woman strokes my hair. The last thing I see is her hand with red blood on it. As my world turns back, I hear Ebony crying out my name. "SKYLAR!!!" But even that sounds so far away. Mom... Dad... please help... Zoey's hurt... Ebony's scared... I'm not strong... not at all...

A wave of magic, something powerful and strange and ear-splittingly purple, boomed through the whole scene, knocking zombies down like bowling pins and ripping them into pieces. I fell to my knees. Whammy, as Nate would say. Fuck, Nate. Had he done that, or Arik? Pinkish sunlight fell on churned snow stained red with blood and filthy black with whatever fluids came out of the undead. I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. Shaking my head didn’t help, only made the ringing worse. Why did I feel so fucking heavy? Like I needed to lie down. Not here. Gross.

“The veil took them.” She looked at the horizon where dawn broke through the clouds. “Then what now?” I stared at the ashes. “Now we wait. Because whatever she unleashed, it’s not over.” Rowan’s voice, faint but clear, whispering through the air. “Blood calls to blood, son of Whiteclaw. You cannot kill what’s already part of you.”

The white sky above me was dimmer, faded, like a painting left too long in the sun. Zevaris stood beside me, his body barely holding itself upright. He gestured weakly toward the destruction around us. "The place is already breaking apart," he said. "It's dying. Just like me." I looked at the cracks spreading beneath my feet. They stretched in every direction, growing wider as I watched. "That's how it ends for me." He raised his trembling hands and the white space in front of us shifted. The air rippled like the surface of water, then became clear, like a mirror suspended in midair. I stepped closer and looked into it.