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I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

the book reassured. I clicked my tongue. “Oh, but you do! Sometimes—yes, indeed." And with that, the book continued its revelation... "When they arrive, you would have to welcome them in the midst of the choas" Micha muttered, "in the midst of the choas?" The book answered in golden letters, "Yes in the midst of chaos. And by that moment, the creator of the Golden's would have disappeared" I stiffened, "Why? what do you mean" The book remained still for a moment and declared,

In the midst of chaos, she found opportunities for growth, transformation, and the deepening of her spiritual connection. Chapter Thirty-Seven invited readers to reflect on their own relationship with chaos and the pursuit of inner peace. It encouraged them to explore how they could find moments of tranquility amidst the storms of life, and how they could cultivate resilience and strength in the face of adversity. Rita's story became a catalyst for readers to find their own sanctuary of peace, to trust in their ability to navigate chaos with grace, and to discover the serenity that resides within.

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

," Damian moaned, and I liked the sound of it. My orgasm came in waves, chills adorning my skin but still, he didn't stop. Damian took my vulnerability as an opportunity to crank it up a notch. I gasped, my thighs convulsing and trembling on the sides of his waist. I looked at Damian, and he was watching my mouth with sensuous eyes. He licked his bottom lip, staring at me with a desperation I didn't expect. I gripped his jaw, dragging my fingers over his lips and I watched them fall apart and quiver underneath my touch.

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

CCIII: S2 - THE TRUTH OF THE UNIVERSE 1 (CHAOS AND HIS SWORD) Back At Armageddon: The silence that followed the transformation was heavier than the storm that had preceded it. Armageddon stood utterly still. The winds that had been howling moments ago faded into a low whisper across the cracked land. Ash drifted lazily through the air like dying snow. Even the ground, which had trembled beneath the chaotic eruption of power, had grown quiet again. But the quiet did not bring relief. Because everyone present could feel it. Something had changed.

Alpha Caden’s POV Chaos has a sound. Most people think it is screaming. They are wrong. Screaming is only the surface. Chaos is footsteps with no direction. Orders shouted by men who no longer know whose voice matters. Doors opening too often. Steel drawn too quickly. Whispers multiplying faster than truth. That was the music drifting through the prison corridors tonight. And I enjoyed every note of it. I sat against the damp stone wall of my cell, one leg stretched out, the other bent, my wrists resting loosely on my knees.