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TIDES OF FATE

TIDES OF FATE

Odowrites

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Lily believed she had liberated herself from her perilous past; however, when Damon-an old adversary from a life she thought she could escape-reemerges, she discovers there is no avenue for retreat. His enigmatic forewarnings regarding the future, coupled with his unyielding quest for dominion, pull her back into a conflict she never sought. With Alexander at her side, Lily initially felt she had secured a sanctuary, but as she uncovers more about Damon's schemes, it becomes increasingly apparent that trust might not suffice. Alexander's obscure history and his ties to Damon only muddle the situation, compelling Lily to scrutinize whom she can genuinely rely upon. Faced with a relentless countdown, Lily confronts a daunting decision: to accept her ominous legacy, which Damon is fiercely determined to seize, or to risk everything she cherishes. As peril encroaches and alliances fracture, Lily must strive to maintain equilibrium between safeguarding herself and those she loves. Nevertheless, in a realm where nothing is as it appears, will Lily manage to make the correct decision before it becomes too late?

Chapter 1 A NIGHT IN THE DARK

Lila Winters had perpetually felt out of place in the world: a shadow in a room replete with light, a whisper in a conversation that no one appeared to hear. Her delicate frame and pallid skin, always a few shades too translucent, contributed to her sense of alienation in a realm that demanded strength-both emotional and physical. There seemed to be no space for someone like her. The moon loomed heavily in the sky, its faint light filtering through the dark canopy of trees.

Lila tightened her shawl around her shoulders; the crisp night air bit at her skin as she traversed the narrow path that wound through the woods behind her apartment. It was the same path she traversed nightly, her routine, her escape. She had always been drawn to the tranquility of the forest, the manner in which the trees whispered secrets in the wind. However, tonight was different. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as an uneasy tension coiled in the air. Lila halted mid-step, her breath caught in her throat. The night seemed unnaturally still and the usual hum of the woods had fallen silent. It was as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

A sudden sound-footsteps-shattered the stillness. They were heavy and deliberate, reminiscent of the tread of something far larger than anything human. She swiftly turned her head, scanning the shadows. Although the path behind her appeared empty, the oppressive sensation of being observed pressed heavily against her chest. Her heart began to race. Perhaps she was merely imagining things; after all, she had never been one to subscribe to beliefs in ghosts or monsters. However, the sound was drawing nearer and it certainly was not the gentle rustle of animals or the faint calls of nocturnal birds. This was something entirely different. Something primal. Lila's breath quickened as her steps began to falter. A wave of panic surged up her spine. She attempted to turn back, but before she could take a single step, a dark shape emerged from the trees.

A man.

No, not merely a man-a force of nature. He towered, easily exceeding six feet in height, with dark, impossibly thick hair that framed a chiseled face. His features were sharp; however, there was an edge of rawness to him, something untamed. He appeared out of place in the softness of the moonlight, his eyes gleaming with a faint, unnatural gold. The strangest aspect, though, was his presence. It felt as if the air itself bent to him (like the woods parted just to allow him passage). Lila froze, her pulse hammering in her ears. His eyes locked onto hers and for a moment-this was remarkable-the world seemed to stop.

She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. The man did not respond right away; his gaze pierced into hers with an intensity that made her stomach churn. Then, his lips parted in a slow, dangerous smile. "I'm Dante," he replied, his voice low and rough-like the growl of something otherworldly. Lila took a step back, her mind racing because something about him felt wrong. Dangerous. Before she could think of another word to utter, a sound emerged behind her. A growl-a deep, guttural noise that reverberated in her chest, freezing her in place. Another figure emerged from the darkness, a wolf. Not just any wolf, however; this one was larger, more menacing, its eyes glowing yellow, reflecting the same unsettling light as Dante's. Fear coursed through her like a jolt of electricity. This was no ordinary man, nor was it a normal wolf. They were creatures born from nightmares. Dante's gaze flicked back toward the wolf, his expression darkening. "Get away from her," he commanded, his voice shifting into something more primal, more authoritative than anything Lila had ever encountered. The wolf growled, but Dante stepped forward, positioning himself between her and the beast-a wall of sheer power.

Lila, firmly planted in place, experienced a sudden surge of dizziness that enveloped her. The world around her began to spin, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her weight. Just before she could descend to the ground, Dante reached out; his hand was solid and warm against her back. "Easy," he murmured softly, catching her in his embrace. His grip was steady and reassuring, yet there was an undeniable gentleness to it, as if he wished to avoid causing her any pain, although she found it hard to fathom how anyone could feel weak in his presence. "W-What's going on?" she stammered, her voice barely escaping as a whisper. Dante did not respond immediately. He lowered her carefully to the earth, kneeling beside her, yet his piercing gaze remained fixated on the wolf lurking behind him. The beast growled once more, but Dante shot it a look that compelled it to retreat, stepping back into the shadows from whence it emerged. "You're not supposed to be out here, Lila," he said, his tone low. "This is my world. You shouldn't have come this close." Lila blinked, her vision still muddied, grappling with the absurdity of the situation. The fear that had consumed her moments before was supplanted by confusion and an inexplicable pull deep within her chest. What did he mean by "this is my world"? Who was he, really?

"I don't understand..." she murmured, the words stumbling from her lips. "What are you?" "I'm something you'll come to grasp, soon enough. However, not tonight." Dante's eyes softened just a fraction and for the first time, Lila perceived a flicker of something beneath the hardness in his gaze. Something almost... human. "Are you hurt?" he inquired, although there was no genuine concern in his voice-just a matter-of-factness that made her feel even smaller. "No," Lila responded weakly, shaking her head. "I'm fine." It was a lie, because she wasn't fine. Her heart was still racing and a strange buzzing filled her head. This wasn't a typical encounter. Nothing about this man-no, this... creature-was normal. "You need to come with me," Dante asserted, his tone leaving no room for debate. His hand extended down, offering her assistance. Lila stared at it for a moment, uncertain. She felt the weight of his gaze on her, almost as if he were waiting for her to make a decision that would alter everything. For the first time in her life, she recognized there was no escaping the pull of this moment. And maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to.

Inhaling deeply, Lila (with a certain hesitation) placed her hand in his. The moment her skin made contact with his, an electric pulse coursed through her-almost as if her very soul acknowledged him. However, the intensity of that connection was both thrilling and unsettling. This sensation lingered, because it was unlike anything she had felt before. Although she tried to remain composed, she couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was unfolding.

Dante's eyes darkened.

"You belong to me, Lila," he murmured (his voice remarkably low). "And whether or not you are prepared for this, you are about to discover what that truly signifies."

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