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Prince’s words replay in my mind: “People wouldn’t understand. That’s why this won’t ever happen. I will never willingly fuck you or accept this, because no one else would.” Well, if he won’t willingly accept this, then I’ll make sure he has no choice. Call me crazy. Call me sick. But he will accept it. Opening the dark web site, I stare at the screen for a moment, then decide to send the message anonymously. Shadow Courier I have a job for you. One million if you succeed. It won’t be easy, and it’s not a simple kidnapping case—there are more details. Are you willing? Hitting send on the message, I lean back and wait. A moment later, a reply flashes on the screen.

Reign told them. “Now, on to the last announcement.” Damien clapped. “We have decided to rename the Royal pack to include SilverHawk and Shadow Mountain. The name we, well, Gamma Kolby Shadow BlackPaw came up with a name that describes what the Gods and Goddesses want us to achieve. Why they brought our three packs together.” Damien explained. “From this moment, we will now be known as the JUSTICE MOON ROYAL PACK.”

Someone who had organized the political attack against Dean. MC-17. The shadow had been everywhere. Castiel turned deeper into the ledger. The payments increased around the time of Amara's death. His stomach tightened, “There.” Sam looked over, “Crimson Fang.” A transfer to a merchant account. The amount matched the reservation payment and several related expenses. Castiel traced the next entries. Private couriers. Weapons suppliers. Food transport. A rural warehouse. Then, a payment connected to an unregistered security company. Castiel opened the evidence recovered from the Shadow Fang operation.

Chapter 50: Shadows Over Tea - Part 1 As always, the youngest princess Sephora corresponded with Corvin Mourhollow, her truest, most loyal and faithful friend over had written ink and letter. These were sent by shadow mail. An art of shadow and space manipulation only the Ravens Harpy knew how to do, and turned it into a mundane mode for mail transportation. If it was ever needed, they could always relearn how to use it in battle again and it likely wouldn't take long. It just wouldn't be the mastery that would be needed.

"Not an ordinary witch, I can feel it. Am I right?" "Yes, I am a shadow witch," "Hmmm, your kind still exists?" "I am the last, I have no idea why," He looked at me as if contemplating something. "My name is Jingaro, keeper of this library. What is your shadow name and who are your parents?" "My shadow self calls herself Darcy and—" "Darcy? The strongest of all shadow spirits?" He asked with wide eyes. "Shadow witches are spirits?" Ann asked curiously. Darcy is the strongest?

When he's done, Shocker flips his holo-display over and shows me the message. "Remind me of the first time we met," he wrote. "Yeah," I say with a chuckle. "It does." We take another lap around the shop before stopping to buy two milkshakes. While I get a red milkshake with whipped cream and red hearts sprinkled on top, Shocker buys a green one, but instead of whipped cream, he has two brownies sticking out the top. Walking out of the treat shop together, Shocker grabs my shoulder and stops me. He nudges toward a nearby bench. Smiling and nodding, we sit together and peacefully enjoy our day off.

“I’m touched to know you’ve searched the ends of the earth for me but that doesn’t answer my question.” “Yeah…. We were supposed to have a meeting with the guy I told you about, shadow.” He said, waiting for me to catch on. My brows rose in realization, I had completely forgotten about the meeting. Shadow was a mate of Enzo’s back in MIT and he swore the guy knew the dark web like the back of his hands and he would help with our little situation. “Yeah.. about that…”

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

He was indeed handsome but seems rude and moody… She slowly steps forward… her face was turning red and her hands are shaking… I can feel her nervousness… “I… I”, She faces difficulty to say any words… She was panicked and started searching for something in her bag… She picked some cookies and sighed, “I cooked them for you”… He takes cookies from her. Her face shines like moonlight with a sweet smooth smile, but he threw cookies away and said, “Garbage”… He steps forward… his behaviour made eclipse on her moonlight face… her face becomes dark and pale, she nodded her head down…

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But