“Yes...she should be here by now,” Clara said, and all of a sudden, thoughts of what happened yesterday when her mom didn't show up flooded her mind. She didn't want a repeat of that. “Hey, you!” a familiar voice came from a distance. It was Anna, and Caleb was with her. “You just left even before the game ended. Should I be worried about something?” Anna said, furrowing her brows and directing her question at Clara but giving Mathias a mean look. “Everything is fine. Mathias was just helping me with what I discussed with you guys earlier in the library,” Clara explained, her voice hesitant, betraying her unease. But Anna simply dragged Clara away by the hand, leaving Mathias and Caleb staring at each other. After moving some distance away from the boys, Anna began, “I don't care how you will take what I am about to say, but I just have to say it.” “I don't understand what you're saying,” Clara said, looking lost and confused. “I think Mathias's craziness is starting to rub off

Originally once an Alpha is killed, their strength is transferred to the wolf that killed them, thereby making that wolf the next Alpha of the pack. However, this only works when the wolf that kills the Alpha is not an Alpha themselves. The wolf must be either a Beta or Omega wolf. If an Alpha wolf kills another Alpha wolf, the strength of the dead Alpha won't be transferred to the other Alpha or anyone else because the wolf already has alpha power. However, Lucian loved the feeling of having such strength. He loved it so much that he made an arrangement with Night Sisters, three witches from the pit of hell, who gave him a ring that enables him to do the seemingly impossible thing. He was the only Alpha who could steal other Alphas' power and add it to his own. Therefore, Lucian hunted many packs, killing their Alphas and adding their strength to his. He became more and more powerful with each Alpha he killed, and his strength, power, and respect kept increasing, as did his territo

Having dinner with his family, Adams tried to figure out the best time to share the disturbing news with them. He was so sure that it would spoil the atmosphere around the dining table for everyone and he hated being the bearer of bad news that job had already been taken by his younger sister, Karen. The meal of hot spaghetti and fish tasted sour in his mouth today. This is no disregard to Mrs. Bright's cooking, who, for the record, is such a great cook. Adams's mind was busy trying its best to process everything that would soon become his new reality that his taste buds seemed not to be functioning. He felt preoccupied and distracted. The dinner was going normally, with Karen, as usual, complaining about something that happened to her in school, while Mr. and Mrs. Bright simply nodded their heads to everything she said, pretending to be listening to whatever she was saying. Not that they didn't care, but Karen complained a lot, especially about insignificant matters. Adams felt anno

"Awww! That's so sweet," Mrs Bright said with a gentle smile as she revealed herself, moved by the scene in front of her. "Mummmm!" Adams exclaimed, feeling embarrassed and hoping that his mother's presence wouldn't ruin the moment. Mr Bright was standing next to her, holding back tears as he watched his family embrace each other. He knew that this might be the last time they would all be together, and the thought was almost too much to bear. Damian took Vivian out of the woods and dropped her off at a place he believed was familiar to her. She felt grateful for his help but also confused and frustrated by his mysterious nature. "What are you?" She asked yet again, hoping for an answer. But yet again, Damian ignored that question. She should have figured it out herself by now. Maybe that was his reason; he was not giving her an answer, or maybe he hated what he was and didn't like saying it out loud. Whatever the case might be, he chose not to relate what kind of creature he is to

Adams chuckled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his laughter. "Come on man, you're overthinking this. I mean, I just had to help in both cases. Even if it happened to be someone other than her, I would have done the same. Imagine those fools wanted to have their way with her, and they might even kill her to make sure she doesn't tell on them... I just had to do something. And today, they were beating a weak boy and a girl! Come on, I had to do something about that. I mean, wouldn't you?" he said. "Man, I don't know... I mean, there will always be bullies and those being bullied. This is high school. It won't change. That's how it has been since the founding of time. So what's the point of trying to help today when they will probably get bullied the next day and the next and the next after that?" Noah said, repeating those last words for emphasis. "I know how the world works. I don't need you to remind me of that. There will always be jerks and bullies, not only in high school b