Wendy Darling has found herself once again in the arms of charming Peter Pan, the god-child who desires power above all things. This time, though, Wendy burns not with passion but with a secret: with Hook as her ally, she is there to defeat the evil that lies inside of Peter, the evil that holds all Neverland hostage—the Shadow. To do this, Wendy must quietly undo Peter from inside his heart while at the same time convincing Tink to betray the twisted love that binds them together. This is a task made nearly impossible by the arrival of Booth, her sweetheart from London and a new pawn in Peter’s manipulative game—a boy whose heart she must break in order to save his life. As all of Neverland prepares to fight, Wendy races to untangle Peter’s connection to the Shadow, a secret long buried in the Forsaken Garden. When the time comes, pirates, mermaids, Lost Boys, and the Darling family will all rise—but if Wendy can’t call the Shadow, they will all be destroyed by Peter’s dark soul. War has come to paradise, and Neverland will never be the same. Wendy Darling: Shadow is the thrilling final installment in Colleen Oakes’s Wendy Darling Trilogy. "A stunning, thrilling, and oh-so-addictive conclusion to the Wendy Darling trilogy, Colleen Oakes once again proves she is the master of YA fantasy retellings." - PopSugar Colleen Oakes is the author of the Elly in Bloom series and the YA fantasy Queen of Hearts saga. She lives in North Denver with her husband and son. When not writing, Colleen enjoys swimming, traveling, and immersing herself in nerdy pop culture. She is currently at work on the last Elly novel and her second YA fantasy series, Wendy Darling. Wendy darling Volume Three: SHADOW By Colleen Oakes BookSparks Copyright © 2017 Colleen Oakes All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-943006-16-8 CHAPTER 1 Wendy Darling, formerly a resident of Kensington Garden, clutched Peter Pan's hand tightly as they soared above Neverland. Night had long draped its shroud over the island, and now its emerald green peaks were barely visible against the inky black sea. The Bay of Treasures sat far below them, looking to Wendy like a sliver of moon, the pirate ships at her shore tiny dots of white. Stinging wet moisture peppered Wendy's cheeks as she and Peter flew up past the break of the clouds, upward through the gray mist that circled around them. Once, she had found this thrilling. Once, she had wanted nothing more than to fly with Peter for the rest of their days. Now, Peter was a monster pulling her into a hell made of sky. The clouds were left behind as they barreled into the open blackness. A familiar creeping sensation began crawling its way up Wendy's chest as her lungs braced protectively. "Peter ..." Wendy struggled to breathe as the air thinned around her. "Not so high!" But the boy she had once loved looked back at her, a cruel smile dancing across his beautiful, wicked face. "What is it, my love?" The air was so thin that it cut into her chest like a razor. Her lungs desperately searched for oxygen. "I can't ... breathe this high up." Peter raised his head, taking a deep breath into his strong chest, the wind whipping his red curls around his face. Then he exhaled slowly, blowing his full breath at her face. "I suppose this is a bit high for a mere mortal like yourself. I'm sorry, Wendy. You know I would never want to cause you distress." Liar. Peter squeezed her hand tightly, and the power of flight flowed from his palm into hers. The corners of his mouth twisted up in a crooked smile. "And I just hate seeing that pretty face turn blue." Wendy's other hand clutched at her throat as she sucked on the thinning air. Peter did not slow down; instead he gazed back at her, and the green eyes that had once filled her with delight now burned with cruelty. He made no movement to take them lower. "Wendy, tell me, have you ever seen such beauty?" Peter's smug mask fell away as he turned to stare out at the stars. "They once made a boy from Scotland feel so small." She raised her eyes to watch his expression, her own messy curls tickling her cheeks. For a moment, he was real, the Peter that she believed still existed somewhere. But then he took a ragged breath and said, "That boy died a long time ago. Now the stars bow to me." Wendy turned back to the sky, each painful breath ripping through her chest as she struggled to stay calm. Peter was right; the beauty up here was so dazzling that it bordered on painful, and Wendy almost wanted to look away. But she didn't; instead she let the celestial playground splatter across her vision, and she took it all in: the slight pinks nestled against a hazy green, each of the colors glowing from the thousand stars that pulsed within them. They rose out of the sky like giants. Wendy's head was spinning, and so she reached for something hopeful, something good: These are still the same stars that shimmer over London. Damp sweat gathered on her forehead and froze into small