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Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.

Adriano says jerking me from my thoughts. "Truce" I agree, lying to his face. Smiling, I offer him my hand. Sorry Babe I think as I help him up from the floor, I made a deal with the devil and it's your soul that he wants.................. [Song: Black widow - Iggy Azalea feat. Rita Ora]

Landon says not worried about offending Folkor. In an instant Folkor stands infront of him in the majestic Twilight. In daylaight Tessa can appreciate him more as she takes in his deep purple color with a yellow shine. He standing infron of them proudly and huffs smoke out his nostrils. His purple eyes shining brightly. He has his wings spread out making him look huge and ready to attack. "We came here to talk to your mother, not starting a fight. She might have answers that I desperately need, please Folkor, maybe we can be friends after a while?" Twilight steps forward lowering his head. Huffs a last puff of smoke out before he takes of.

I answered out of respect and guilt. The guilt was due to the lightning bolt scar across his face. When there was a group of turned wolves that slaughtered countless humans and half-bloods, the Renegades and a few warriors worked together to contain them. Viktor had been amongst the warriors, and I had caused his scar. It had been an accident, as he had been in the crossfire. A swarm had targeted him, and the only way I could keep him from being killed was to unleash a bolt of lightning. Although I had tried to heal him so he wouldn’t have the scar, he had refused.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

All the secrets we divided among us are safe and sound. So tell Luke everything. “I told you before he is a bastard.” “I know.” I sigh again. “I just didn’t expect this from him. I mean…” “You shouldn’t expect anything from him, Inessa. It will only hurt you.” “I know.” I take a deep breath, open my eyes to the pitch-black. The firework in the sky looks magnificent, the colors in the black sky bloom perfectly. Yellow, blue, purple, red, pink, orange, so many colors, it makes me smile a little.

All of it told Sarah that the piece of human leg she was seeing wasn't fake. Sarah gasped for air, the flashlight slid off from her fingers. She falls back, gasping and wheezing as she stumbles backward, her widening eyes staring directly to the leg that became more visible because of the flashlight harboring it. Only then did she manage to let out a scream.

She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon. Everyone stuck around until it was very dark out. We lived so far out that light pollution wasn’t a factor when looking up at the stars. It was clear enough out that it felt like we could see every star in the sky. “I’m going to grab water. Want one?” I nodded a response to Nikki. She rolled over and got off the ground. I could hear every one sitting around a fire as it popped and sizzled. Nikki and I forewent the group gathering and laid on the beach with our towels as we looked at the stars. It was something that we’ve just always done together. We’d even make our own constellations and named them.

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”