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Galadriel sighed, looking at him in annoyance “I really don't know Alpha, the girl refuses to even tell us where the power stones are, that means she doesn't trust us.” Lucian took out a stack of papers, and began to review them before he said calmly “This is not a big deal. We don’t trust her either. You can’t ask for trust when you don’t give it.” He paused before sighing tiredly "Okay, I'll go now, Alpha, I have a lot of work to do!!" Lucian smiled softly "Yes, enjoy as much as you want, you don't have much time left." The beta's eyes widened, and he looked at him and said in annoyance, after his face choked as he whispered angrily between his teeth.

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Aolis was only 5 years old at the time. Afterward, when I had time to think about it, I started searching for a copy of the book, thinking it would be good to have. After searching for almost a year and finding nothing, I approached my father about it. That is when I learned that there is only one book like it in existence, written by the Guardians, for the Guardians. I’m still unsure how Ailduin’s ancestors got a copy, but now it’s where it should be, in the hands of a werewolf guardian.

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She had just finished the cake and was going to drop the plate when she remembered her encounter at Martin's office. After washing the dirty dishes, she went back to her bedroom and lay on her bed. She took out her phone from under her pillow and switched it on. The time was already almost 10 pm. Ding! Her phone sounded to indicate an alert. She opened it and a gasp involuntarily escaped her mouth. It was a credit alert of five thousand dollars from Martin. She quickly sat up as another message came in. It was the list of the groceries he needed. Caitlyn did a quick calculation on all and they weren't up to half the amount he sent. She thought he made a mistake and decided to call him to inf

"Aylin, there is no need to project panic into the network." Upon my return to the Afolayan citadel, I anticipated a swift capitulation from Bianca's agency. However, three full cycles passed without a single data transmission hitting my terminal. Eventually, the global monitors confirmed that Bianca's popularity among the five syndicates was skyrocketing to unprecedented heights, with her stolen manual officially poised to receive a prestigious tactical award at the upcoming Blood Moon Reunion Gala.

"How many?" "Just one for now," Ignis replied, his voice barely a whisper. "But she’s the one who burned the archives in Oakhaven. Kaelen’s lieutenant. If she gets her hands on you, we’re finished." Aiden looked at his sword, then at the flickering lantern hanging from a rusted hook. He reached out, not with his hand, but with that strange, agonizing sense of want that lived at the center of his chest. He focused on the flame. He didn't pull at it. He didn't try to drain it. Instead, he pushed. He pushed the frigid, static weight of his existence outward, forcing the air around his fingers to snap with the sound of splintering glass.