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“A stor, you need to calm down.”

“No, you just let them take him.”

She twisted, slapping me as she broke my hold with a strength she shouldn’t possess. When she stepped back, chest heaving and hands balled into fists, I caught the bottomless black of her gaze and the warning flicker of lightning.

My stomach bottomed out at what it meant.

She was changed. No longer a shifter without her wolf, but something more. Somethingother. It was clear in that moment. This was the danger the Seer had warned us of. Sunday was so much more than my temptation.

She was the woman whose destiny was tied to my eternal soul’s freedom.

The woman I was sworn to sacrifice if all the seals were opened.

The woman I could never let go.

Sunday Fallon.

Harbinger of the Apocalypse.

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