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SIERRAMy mom was a whirlwind from the moment we decided we had to blend in. She took charge like only she could.“Alright, everybody, time for a serious makeover,” she announced, grabbing a big bag of clothes and a box of hair dye like she was leading a fashion show.I laughed, shaking my head. “Mom, are you sure about this? You’re going full-on mom mode.”She grinned, eyes sparkling. “Exactly. We’re not just hiding anymore. We’re living. And we have to look like we belong.”She started with me. “First, we need to fix that wild hair of yours. Let’s lighten it up a bit, something soft.” She pulled out a dye and a brush. “Trust me, it’ll feel like a fresh start.”I sat down, watching her work. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. I’m nervous.”“You’ll love it. Wait till you see,” she said, her tone confident but gentle.Next was Alpha Thane. Mom ran her fingers through his hair and said, “We’re going to make you look less… alpha-wolf and more, well, normal.” Alpha Thane rolled

ARIELI blinked awake, my whole body aching like I had been trampled by a hundred beasts. My head throbbed with pain, and every inch of me felt bruised and broken. The trees above me swayed slightly in the wind, their long, crooked branches stretching toward the sky like bony fingers."Where... where am I?" I croaked.No answer. Just the eerie howl of wind rushing through twisted trees. I sat up slowly, groaning. My clothes were torn, stained with blood and dirt. My legs trembled when I tried to stand, but I forced myself up."What happened to me?"Flashes of memories danced in my mind: a battle between the moon goddess and me, betrayal, and... a blinding light. And then darkness. Everything else was a blur. But one thing was certain. I was thrown in here. Dumped like trash into a cursed forest. I could feel the darkness in the air, thick and cold, wrapping around me like a shroud.I tried walking, but the trees never seemed to end. Every direction looked the same. No path. No exit. J

SIERRAIt started with singing.I was brushing my teeth one morning when I heard it, soft, sweet notes drifting from the bathroom down the hall. At first, I thought someone had the radio on. But it wasn’t a radio.It was Lila.I froze, toothbrush still in my mouth, and listened. Her voice was haunting. Beautiful. Too beautiful. There was something strange about it, something that didn’t feel human. My chest tightened, and my knees went a little weak. I rinsed my mouth, trying to shake the weird feeling crawling up my spine."Lila?" I called.The singing stopped.She peeked her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. "Yeah?"I blinked at her. "What were you singing?"She shrugged. "I don’t know. Just something I made up. It was in my head."Kane stepped into the hallway, rubbing his neck. He looked... dazed."Did you hear that too?" I asked him.He nodded slowly. "I felt like I was floating. That was Lila?""Yeah," I said, narrowing my eyes. "We need to talk."We gathered everyon

SIERRAI crashed into the living room just as everything went sideways. My heart pounded like a war drum against my ribs. What I saw made my blood run cold.The social workers, two of them, were on their knees in front of Lila, practically worshipping her. They pulled at her hands, fussed over her clothes, and whispered excited words. Their eyes glowed with something wild, something unhinged.“Oh my god,” I whispered, frozen.“Stop it!” I shouted, running forward.But it never stopped. They shuffled to impress her, to get her attention, and she just looked more and more uncomfortable. She shook her head, tried to step back. Nothing worked.“Kane! Dane! Zane! Help!” I yelled over the chaos. But they were already there, wrestling workers off Lila, trying to push them away.One worker grabbed Lila’s hand and kissed it, staring at her like she was a goddess. The other muttered, “We’re meant to serve you.”Lila burst into tears. “Stop it, please!” she wailed.We’d tried clamping her mouth

SIERRAThe police station smelled like stale coffee and old carpet. I sat on the edge of a metal bench, my legs shaking, as the officers circled around the broken door frame and shattered glass. “They started fighting again,” the officer in charge said, rubbing his temples. “Over her. They just attacked each other to prove their love.”“How is that possible?” I whispered. My voice barely held together.“They acted irrationally,” another officer added. “They pushed cars, broke windows. It got ugly fast.”I closed my eyes, feeling my magic fizz in my fingertips. “I can fix it,” I said quietly, standing up. “Let me…”“No,” the lead officer said. “We’re done with you.”I clenched my jaw. But he couldn’t see the fear pounding in my chest. I wanted to rewind everything.They grouped the police back into pairs. Some still glared at us like we’d gashed their trust. Others looked wary, full of confusion. All of them had, at one moment, been in deep love with my little sister.They want you to