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Her cloak swayed, dawn catching her grin, a warrior at peace. Pups gathered around, their laughter bright, weaving flower crowns, their small hands steady, guided by Lila, their voices a chorus of hope, the dawn catching their joy. Sam stepped forward, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s grin, Jasper’s jests, Lila’s scroll, pups’ crowns, Cora’s calm, Kevin’s gaze. Her tattoo pulsed, Luna’s purr a call—Lead, Sam, bind! “Dawn Pack,” she said, voice clear, resonant, dawn’s light casting her shadow gentle. “The Veil’s gone, its blood dust, its runes ours again. These stones, this ridge, our legacy—forged by us, for us, forever.” Her staff gleamed, green eyes fierce, dawn catching her fire, her heart a fl

she added. Yana seemed to appreciate the introduction, and Imogen turned back to Luna Lyra. “I could train Snow, though,” she offered, but Lyra smiled. “You can, but I want you focused on other things. Yana will do just fine,” Lyra said and Yana froze. “How do you know my name?” she asked. Lyra’s lashes fluttered, a nervous but delighted energy flickering in her gaze. “I know everything,” she replied, her eyes locking on Yana’s heart. and its made Yana freeze. A shiver ran down her spine under Lyra’s piercing gaze.

Because I wasn’t part of the prophecy. I was the disruption. Dax led me underground, beyond the oldest stone. There, in silence, waited wolves I’d never seen: outcasts, exiles, mutations. They bowed to me, not in fear, in recognition. “You carry the eclipse blood,” the eldest whispered. “You are our Luna. And the war is already lost… unless you change the ending.” Vaeron came to me under the bleeding moon. He didn’t kneel. But his voice trembled when he spoke.

There was no way she could have survived. The video cut off right there, and I found myself shaking uncontrollably. Was I scared? Relieved? Heartbroken? I could not tell. A knock snapped me out of it. I rushed to the door, not even stopping for shoes. Who would come at that hour? However, when I opened it, no one was there, just an envelope on the ground. Inside, a bank card and a note. It was Silvia's handwriting. [Joanna, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. The card has all my savings. I didn't pay those sharks back, I've paid enough with my life.]

Nothing more. When it was time for lunch, everyone except Lana got up to go out. Victoria stopped beside her and said, “We're all going for lunch, Lana.” Lana nodded once. “I'll pray for all of you.” Victoria sighed frustratedly and tried again. “Including you, hunny.” “I’ll stay back,” Lana said, persistent. Victoria frowned at her. “You’ve been here all morning.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not a robot.” “No, I’m efficient.”

She was wearing a dirty white dress which just ends below her knees. "What this beauty like doll doing in this slum area. You look like a fallen angel," Jayden smirk, his finger doing in her soft hair. "What's your name, doll" He spoke with a smirk. The girl did not answer. Jaydens hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to look up. Jayden eyes darken seeing this expression on her girl. " y-Yuna " "Full name doll" "Yuna Clarke" He removed his hand from her hair and took out the photos. "So Yuna dear, why did you deliver these flowers to my friend house," Jayden spoke, showing her pictures.

Lowan took one of his cards and flung it upward; the card rotated and it showered us with a light replenishing our energies. "Thanks, Lowan," Noah and I said at the same time. "Err... Don't mention it," he replied blushing. The sun started to rise illuminating the jungle and ridding away the dark. Noah and Lowan's masks vanished and Kitsune returned to his bracelet form. We finally had the chance to breathe and relax. We let out a sigh of relief; realizing that we all did it at the same time made us laugh. "So. You're hope, eh?" asked Noah sarcastically. I turned bright red.

Dal and Yuna's finale had given her goosebumps, although they couldn't compete with the others at the casual start, the end made up for it. Yuna was clothed in a flowing purple and white hanbok; it had delicate flow lines and soft sloping eaves. On Yuna's thin frame the clothing looked a bit bulky and oversized but on a closer look, one could see it was just the perfect touch to the traditional feeling it eluded. The dress gave an air of nobility and level headedness at the same time. With a stylish, huge yellow head piece similar to a Jeonmo, sat on her crown and a thin see through veil, gave the look a more modern edge.

Yes, I didn't tell you that Yona is a creative fantasy fiction author who works part-time for online novel apps. "Mike exclaimed walking towards her, "You GIRL!" as soon as he reached her. Yona looked up to see who had just yelled "GIRL!" And there was Mike in stunning black tuxedo in front of her. "Can you tell me what you're looking for?" Yona remarked this as she took a few steps away from him, because he felt was standing too close to. "Hey,don't refer to me as a "GIRL." "My name is Yona, she replied, fist clenched.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.