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What's more, I'm willing, so I decide that it's best for me to do my best now that I have the opportunity still presented to me before it leaves out of the blue. I smile to myself as I answer his questions and contribute as much as I can with all my efforts. The guys from the Shadowfang might not be our best allies, but they seem to be doing their best. However, I feel extremely annoyed as I listen to what they have to say and realize that most of it is just trying to counter me, like they had some kind of grudge against me or something. I frowned thinking about it, but I didn't say anything else.

However, when the little girl jumped down and ran to a couple a few feet away, he felt relieved. He turned back to the woman who was staring at him with gorgeous hazel eyes. Gunnar wanted to run to her, but he didn't think that was a good idea after what just happened, so he took slow, steady steps. She was doing the same until everything else just faded away, and they were surrounded by each other's scent. "I… I'm Alpha Gun… Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers," Bianca smirked at him. He stood well over a foot taller than her but stumbled over his words like a lovesick teenager.

But they weren't expecting us to come charging in the way that we did, so they scrambled to get to their posts and some luckily didn't make it that far before they were met with a wall of werewolves and torn apart. I then appeared in the kitchen doorway and the Shadow witch turned around to look at me and the other two witches stood beside her. "Geez mom. I thought you said that she was powerful. She doesn't look scary at all." One of the girls says. Okay, so these girls were her daughters. I guess that makes sense. Except for the fact that I didn't know what man would ever go near the Shadow witch. Especially not with the burns to the side of her face and her arms and legs. I guess that was

“You are a good person, Elara. You deserve someone who loves you fully, someone who sees you, someone who chooses you. But to me… you were just the shadow beside the moon. You were there to support me, to keep me company, to wait for her while she was gone. You were just background, just something that existed because the moon existed. But shadows are never the main thing, are they? They only exist because there is light. And Seraphine is my light. She is the moon, bright and beautiful and perfect. You never were. You were just there, beside her, invisible and unimportant and replaceable.”

Cleo responded. We all laughed. I looked around and everyone raised their glasses. “To Written Ink and a good year ahead.” Paul cheered. A chorus of cheers rang through us all. My eyes caught Damian, and he tilted his glass towards me. I smiled softly with a flutter in my stomach. His eyes fell upon my glass as I took a sip, and he mirrored my move.

“So I’m your shadow now?” Damian stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You’re under my protection. There’s a difference.” The room seemed to shrink, his presence pressing in, heavy and undeniable. For one terrifying, intoxicating moment, Amara wondered if the danger wasn’t outside at all - but standing right in front of her. The man cleared his throat. “There’s more.” He tapped the folder again and slid another photograph across the table. Amara’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Damian.

“Don’t worry. Callum isn’t the type to be petty over something so trivial. He won’t mind.” “Alright then.” Gavin gripped the handle with a wide grin while Tanya took her place by his side, cradling Sarah. They were only inches apart. Under the spotlight, they looked like the perfect couple. Meanwhile, I stood in the shadowed corner, a clown hidden from view. My mind flew back to that winter three years ago. At the time, the Coxes fell into financial ruin. Tanya’s father ran away with the money, and her mother lay dying. Tanya, born of her father’s side piece, was left to shoulder the mounting debt.