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Silas Thorne was now inside their walls, under their skin, and in their very water. He pulled out his ledger and opened it to a fresh page. He wrote three names: Sophie. Sienna. Stacy. Below them, he wrote a single word: NEXT. The silk was tearing. The static was deafening. And the man who saved the world was about to find out that in the real world, the hero is just the person who hasn't met the architect yet.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

"The real architects of the old worldthe Foundersdidn't stay in Coldwater when the Nullity arrived. They went to sleep. Deep-cryo bunkers beneath Neo-Angeles, shielded by orbital plating. They were supposed to sleep for another hundred years, waiting for the aliens to format the planet so they could wake up and rebuild it in their image." I stepped forward, the pieces clicking together in my hacker's brain. "But they didn't sleep for a hundred years," I realized, the cold dread pooling in my stomach. "Because we broke the script." Reyes looked at me, her eyes dropping to the heavy, cracked data-deck strapped to my forearm. "You're the Ghost. The Architect of the New Game." "That’s what they

“Valencia Raskin, alpha of the blood moon pack and archon alpha of Scrigis, am also here on the invitation of the Ancient One.” Calhoun had taken a few steps ahead but he waited to hear their introductions. ‘Archon…I see’ He thought to himself. Now he knew why she was so arrogant. She was the archon alpha after all. Though she looked quite young for her age. Her eyes were piercing blue and her skin flawless… Calhoun blinked and shook his head nearly scolding himself. ‘What am I thinking?’ He asked himself and thought of the reason for his arrival. That wiped off the little smile that had appeared on his face.

I got curious and I wanted him to elaborate on his story. "Yes," Connor was the one who answered me. "The wizards were living in a large village far from the four main empires of Ehtrehto Edis. It was headed by my father and it was a powerful and abundant place. General Thud of Aqua Edis and my father were good friends. But he betrayed him. He and King Hydrae killed my father," Connor stopped. His eyes were full of rage. "That's why I don't like this man behind us," his eyes narrowed. I understood that he was referring to Prince Marcus. I almost forgot that the prince is an Aquan. He is a son to the Aqua Edis King Hydrae. Wait, why is he helping us?

"My lord! We may have found her." I released Drevak, letting him collapse to the floor, coughing violently. My gaze snapped to the demon who had spoken. “Speak.” “One of our spies in the human realm reported a girl with silver hair,” the demon said quickly. “She matches the description perfectly. And she’s been seen with two young werewolves.” My smirk returned. So… she was finally within reach. The hybrid was within my grasp. My long lost niece. I turned back to the mirror, dragging my claws against its surface.

The blood loss they both sustained was critical. So, Runa and Ruby had come together to learn more about hybrids and their connection to one another. They had uncovered that Runa's mother had been the daughter of an Alpha. The Alpha of The Lions Claw pack, descendent of the Great Chief Potsui, had been Runa's grandfather. Runa had wanted to reach out, though she was unsure of their reaction. She did a little digging and found exactly what her heart had hoped she would not find. The family she thought she might have found was just like her blood mother in her ways of thinking. Hybrids were an abomination, so she did not reach out to them knowing it would only cause conflict.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

His eyes found me like they were reading measurements on a ledger, not gauging judgment. “You can put the gun down, Damian,” he said. “You won’t need it.” Kai’s recorder clicked on. The red light blinked slowly and steadily between us. Behind her, Elena watched the monitor lines that mapped Adrian’s pulse, respiration, micro-muscle shifts, not one deviation, he wasn’t bluffing. “Start talking,” I told him. I kept my voice low, even. Every word had to count. “You thought the Consortium was the problem,” he began. “They were the mask, The real structure is older—centuries older and they call themselves The Architect.”