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"Watch that kid! Don't let her puke in the car! It's disgusting!" Dad glanced at me through the rearview mirror. He didn't say a word, but he pressed harder on the gas. The moment we arrived at the shady, run-down clinic, he carried me inside and called for the doctor. "I contacted and paid you earlier. Draw 400 milliliters of blood." The doctor nodded and immediately pulled out a prepared syringe. Mom was completely shell-shocked. "Why are you drawing her blood?!" Dad held Mom down as she tried to rush forward and grab me.

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

A grimace of pain on his face. I can’t heal this, why can’t I heal this? I swallowed hard, “We just have to get you to Indie, and you’ll be fine, okay?” I try to remember what Zayne said about the wolfsbane, he’ll be fine as long as we get it out right? Silver is the lethal one, wolfsbane is a plant that turns us mortal. He nods. “You should go, get help” My eyes widen “I can’t leave you here”

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

This was the way it was meant to be. So, why did I feel like throwing something across the room, preferably Balor? “Balor.” My lips moved before my brain followed. “Do you have any plans of returning? I know your father, the Beta, has been dying to have you over for a while, but how about your studies?” “I wrapped things up there already,” he answered respectfully, looking up at me. I remembered when he was born. I was six or seven, but I remembered because the Blue Moon Pack had been anticipating his arrival for a while.

"ID." I handed it over. He studied it under a small flashlight, comparing my face to the photo. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded and handed it back. "Entrance is fifty." I pulled out my wallet and handed him a hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change." He pocketed the money and opened the door. The music hit me first. Deep bass that vibrated in my chest, layered with something electronic and hypnotic. The lighting was purple and blue, punctuated by red spotlights that swept across a small stage. Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal.

Two years had passed since the release of that movie. In that span of time, I managed to scrape together some funds and directed a low-budget film. It didn't make waves, and when things started to look bleak, a production company purchased it for a modest sum. This, at least, offered a glimmer of hope in my financially challenging circumstances.

"You both have." Bryan stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders, his voice earnest. "Please, Vera. Let’s talk about this tomorrow. Sandra and I, we’ll clarify everything. Just... Please, help us prevent this from turning into chaos with our parents. Sandra’s like a sister to you. You know she never intended to hurt you." Vera gazed at him, her anger clashing with disbelief. She couldn’t fathom what she was hearing. 'A gradual transition? Now he’s trying to be considerate?'