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He is the last of the Born Wolves. His enemy is the Silver Cathedral of hunters and the secret weapon they are preparing for the last massacre—the Holy Saint.
The plan is simple: to kidnap the Holy Saint. The hunter’s secret weapon must be removed no matter what.
What is hidden under those veils? What lies deep within? Is it soft rivers of light, or the snapsnapsnap of madness?
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‘I have never given much thought to the afterlife,’ he admits, ‘and if there is one, I imagine I’ll go to hell. But recently, I’ve been thinking…that perhaps because I have died once, to evolve into my full wolf, that I was granted the chance to meet you.’
He holds Stiles’ hands, careful. Presses a lingering kiss to Stiles’ knuckles.
“You are my empyrean,” he breathes free, a wisp of a confession voiced aloud—it feels important to say out loud, into the world, even if his voice is barely there and cracking. “You are my afterlife. And I, for some reason, am blessed.”
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A tale of the monster who fell for the saint.