*~Gabrielle’s POV~*
Confusion swirled in my head. What did he even mean by that?
"You know what? I’m not listening to you, Caden," I snapped. "Someone’s life is in danger right now, and if I don’t go inside, I don’t know what will happen."
"Aurora, I’m very sorry," he said, his voice heavy with guilt, "but you can’t go in."
"Why not?"
"Because... Leon is getting married."
I froze. "What?"
"You don’t want him to see you after what happened between the two of you," Caden continued, eyes filled with pity. "I can’t let you go inside—for your sake, his, and his wife’s."
My breath hitched. His wife?
"No," I whispered, almost stumbling back. "He’s getting married?"
Caden nodded. "He proposed last night, and now... the ceremony’s happening today."
My head spun. What in the hell is happening? Just yesterday, he was telling me how much he loved me, and now he’s—married?
But I didn’t have time to process that heartbreak. I shook my head. "I’m not talking about me right now, Caden. I’m not the problem. Hazel’s life is in danger."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
I hesitated. Should I tell him? If I did, Caden would lose his mind—and we couldn’t afford chaos right now. Hazel needed to hear this first. She’d know what to do.
Just then, the High House doors opened. My sister stepped out with Hazel beside her, both of them deep in conversation. The moment my sister’s eyes met mine, she went pale—like all the blood drained from her face. Hazel, realizing what was happening, quickly turned and shut the doors behind her, blocking anyone else from coming out or going in.
They both rushed toward me.
"Aurora?" my sister gasped, pulling me into a tight hug. "Please tell me you didn’t come back because you heard he’s getting married—"
"Oh, Aurora, I’m so happy you’re back," Hazel said, smiling through her confusion. "I knew you wouldn’t leave."
"Hazel," I breathed, swallowing hard. "Someone’s life is in danger."
"What do you mean, Aurora?" she asked, her expression turning grave.
"Hazel..." I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Her life is in danger. Some white-haired demons are after her."
And then—ha ha ha ha—we heard some ladylike giggles echoing from behind. I turned, and there they were: Natasha and her mother, Selene , strutting into the room like they owned it.
"Why is the High House door closed?" Natasha asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. Then her eyes landed on me, and her jaw dropped. "Oh my gods—the Witch of the West is back, Mother."
Selene’s lips curled into a smirk. "I thought you announced to the pack that Aurora was gone," she said, pointing sharply at Hazel.
Hazel swallowed. "Well, I never said she was gone forever. And Aurora is a member of my pack. I can do whatever I want with my people—she’s very much welcome."
"She’s very much welcome back," Lilith added firmly.
Natasha rolled her eyes and turned to me. "Why are you even here? Don’t you have a shred of dignity left? Did you come back to steal my brother-in-law away from us, you horrible witch?"
"No." I took a step forward. "I’m here because someone’s life is in danger."
Their faces twisted in confusion. I clenched my fists. "I don’t think I should keep this a secret anymore—everyone needs to know. Hazel’s daughter is in danger."
Hazel froze.
"We need to act now," I pressed. "I was on my way out when I was attacked. My carriage was ambushed by wolves, and then—then these things appeared. They had white hair, all of them, and they sucked the life out of every wolf they touched. They killed them—drained them dry. Luckily, I managed to hide, and I heard them mention a name."
I looked directly at Hazel. "They said they’ve made appearances to her."
The room went still.
And then Natasha and her mother burst out laughing.
"Oh, Mother," Natasha scoffed, "I told you she was pathetic."
"Oh please," Selene said, waving her hand, "do you really expect us to believe one of your made-up witch stories? Demons?" She let out another mocking laugh. "You’re ridiculous."
Selene stepped closer, her perfume choking the air. "Today is my daughter’s wedding day. The last thing we need is your bad witch luck hanging around. So, please, crawl back to wherever you came from. Whatever pathetic method you’re using to weasel your way back into Leon’s life—it’s not going to work. Leave, or I’ll start believing you’ve got no dignity left."
"Enough!" Hazel’s voice cracked through the tension. "Did you hear what she said? They’ve made appearances—to her."
"Yes, Hazel, please believe me," I said quickly. "There’s no reason for me to lie about this."
Hazel turned sharply to Cayden. "I told you, Cayden! I told you Heather has been seeing things!"
Caden stepped in, taking the strands from me. He examined them, his jaw tightening. "Heather pulls hair," he said slowly, his voice trembling. "Maybe when... when they came, she grabbed one of them. She pulled his hair..." He trailed off, realization dawning.
"Oh, moon goddess..." he whispered. "First it was Dahlia, then Crescents, then Vampire—now demons?"
He looked at me, eyes wide. "Tell me this is a lie, Aurora."
"I wish I could say this is a lie," I whispered, throat tight. "But the evidence is right in front of us."
Hazel’s face went white. "I knew something was wrong," she said. "Where is Caspian?" She hugged Heather to her chest and started toward the stairs. "I thought this would be a peaceful, successful reign." Her voice cracked on the last word.
I turned to Cayden. He swallowed, jaw tight. "Who are these things?" he demanded. "Tell me where they are. I’ll tear their heads off myself if I have to."
"Cayden—" Hazel began, but I cut in. "They sang. The wolves didn’t even fight back. They just... fell. The way she moved—she kissed them and they dropped like they’d been drugged. She drained them. Their souls went into her."
Cayden’s fingers flexed into a fist. "You’re telling me they just walked up and took them?"
"They’re more powerful than we thought," I said. "Not wolves, not humans. They’re something else—something older."
Cayden shook his head. "You think I’m just any wolf?" he snapped. "I’m a wolf with dark magic in my veins. I have transformed into a monster before."
"I know," I said.
" describe them."
"They had white hair," I replied, the image still burning in my mind. "Every one of them—too beautiful, too perfect. Like statues come to life. Ethereal. Terrifying."
Cayden’s eyes flashed. He snapped his fingers in front of me. "Stop fantasizing for a second, Aurora. These things have my daughter’s life in their hands."
The words yanked me back. "I’m sorry," I said, embarrassed and angry at myself. "They were just—unreal. I nearly got lost in them."
Hazel turned sharply, anger flaring. "Tell me where they went. Right now."
"They vanished into the trees, then the air—like smoke," I answered. "They left traces, but it’s like they stepped out of our world."
Cayden’s jaw thudded as he made a decision. "I’ll go after them," he said, voice steel. "I’ll gut whatever those things are and bring their heads back."
"No," Hazel said immediately, fierce and pale. "You don’t go alone. We can’t risk any of us dying."
Cayden’s eyes softened for a heartbeat when they met Hazel’s, then he nodded. "We’ll move together. But by the goddess, we end this. We protect our children."

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