Wyatt’s POV

The sun had disappeared behind the horizon. The chessboard was being set at the reserve. Surrounded by collapsed building, debris, and giant cracks across the ground. It felt like ghosts were there, watching everything unfold.

This time Wyatt could not afford to underestimate his foe. He’d lost Emma. Lost Robin. As he looked around at his friends, family, and Priscilla, he knew he couldn’t handle losing anyone else.

Not even the purebloods.

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