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Isolde leads us to the edge of the Fiery Fang territory. "The closer we get, the stronger his magic will be," she says, the echo still in my ear. And she is right. Since crossing the border, strange things have been happening: the air feels heavy and crackling with energy, it is as if the earth itself hums with Lucian's dark magic. Yet, it isn't only the environment but something inside me also feels.off.It's as if the fire, the water, and earth running in my brothers and me are rebelling, pressing against the confines of our control. The marks on our bodies flare up at random, bringing with them surges of magic that are powerful but capricious. One moment, I can feel the earth shifting beneath my feet, its movements a response to my whim; another, and it's as though the earth itself is spitting me out.Pay attention," I hear Damien's voice behind me, his tone clipped. He's been having a hard time with his fire mark-the flames on his arm spark when he moves an inch, his powers th

It had been a night that was oppressively still. The air seemed to hold its breath, the dark weighing down as though it were a shroud. The only things that broke the silence were the small, tinny crackle of the fire and the rhythmic breathing of the warriors who slept around the campsite. Then, without warning, silence was shattered. Then, suddenly, bursting from behind dark shade cover from the tree line came Lucian's forces, their eyes aglow with malevolent light. They struck hard and fast, quite out of the blue, it seemed. Instantly, chaos erupted everywhere: scrambling warriors attempting to hold their camp, blades clashing in the dark joined occasionally by bursts of magic; snarls, yells, and the horrible thud of weapons against flesh . The sounds of battle roared through the air. Serafine was so scared as she hastened protective spells around the camp while fighting off attackers. In the chaos, a cold realization dawned upon the camp, one of the triplets was nowher

"We need to get back to the pack," I managed to get out, forcing myself to my feet despite the searing in my muscles. "We need to prepare."We move through the exhaustion, our bodies screaming from the relentless journey. Every step is heavier than the last, and the closer we move into the Freedom Pack's territory, the more urgent this mission becomes. The event of the moon is upon us-there's no time to waste. The air hums with anticipation, some ghostly reminder of what's to come.We finally break through the edge of the forest and see the familiar sight of the pack grounds. The camp is in an uproar, all in urgent motions to ready the defenses and prepare for battle. Near the center, the pack leaders are bunched together, faces grave with acknowledgment of what's to come. We hasten over, barely able to catch our breath."Lucian is coming," I say in urgent tones, and the faces of the leaders constrict. "He's going to merge the realms during the lunar event. If he does, we're done

The moment Abigail stepped forward, a dark storm of magic swirling around her, my heart sank. She was different, no more the little girl that I had seen growing up. Now she was strong and terrifying, an aura cloaked in shadows. The density of her energy was everywhere on the battlefield, and it was hard to breathe."Abigail!" I screamed, my desperation clawing at my throat. "You don't have to do this! Remember who you are!"But my words fell on deaf ears. Lucian stood behind her, an irritating smirk stretched across his face; he was enjoying some sort of grand performance. "You see how easy it is to manipulate a child?" he said, his voice slick as oil. "Abigail is the key to my plans, and nothing can stop us with her by our side!The pack was in disarray. Fear and confusion spread like wildfire, and I could see Serafine and David trying to break through to her, pleading that she remember love for her family. But Abigail's face remained cold, really implacable, her power crackli

"The last thing I see before they shove us into the darkness of the dungeon is Abigail's silhouette, bathed in the pale light of the moon."It was ironic that it would be a heavy iron door slamming shut behind us, right in the heart of cold, damp walls of a dungeon that seemed to swallow every echo of such shutting. Darkness seemed to choke, weighing in from every side, the weight of our failure pressing down on us literally. The air was thick with mold and damp earth, while faint tricklings of water somewhere only made it hang in the air even more heavily.I tug at the chains spellbound onto my wrists; with a tingling of magic, the metal seems to have sucked the strength out of me. I try and try but I cannot raise even a spark, much less the smallest manifestation of power. It would appear that my magic has been snuffed out, and the hollowness that does feel to leave me so-never before-has rendered me vulnerable.We need to get out," Daniel says in a hoarse voice from the fight.