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Ivan has hunted a beast for years, and everything he knows about William comes back to Lianne - the beast's first victim, his only survivor and his next target. The plan is simple: protect Lianne, kill William when he comes. But protecting Lianne is anything but simple. Whispers follow her like shadows: of a Lady of the Lost, of her curse and her miracles. Demons prey on her at night. The toll of William's victims continues to rise. And when she speaks to Ivan's wolves, her words restitch their wounds with a hope he hasn't seen in his Pack for years. When William finally shows for the reckoning, Ivan finds everything he loves tested. Just how much can he sacrifice for one woman? Content/trigger warning: This story contains mentions of rape, self-harm, suicide, miscarriage, and drug use. [[word count: 150,000 - 200,000]] Cover designed by @Eunkyung_art

This is the story of two men. One bad man? One good man? I don't even know anymore. I'll tell the story and you can decide which side of the moral spectrum we're on. I met him on a cold morning before dawn; back then we were both boys. He was stealing food from my father's pantry. That sounds like something a bad guy would do, right? But I mean, I was stealing food from the pantry too. His name was Christopher. He was one of the world's top superheroes, with a successful save rate of ninety-eight percent. He had saved hundreds, thousands, even millions, maybe. We had grown together in a sense. We weren't together all the time, but we grew from boys to men at the same time and somewhere along the line we swapped paths. From bad to good, good to bad, our sides had flipped more times than a coin. Even when he died, our sides had flipped again. He didn't just die, though. He was killed. And I killed him.