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The guy flew over the banister, landed on the stairs, and then fell down a few before coming to a stop. Azael stood up and ran his bloodied face along the length of his forearm. He then spat blood out onto the floor and then focused his vengeful eyes on me. I raised my eyebrows in a panic, not knowing what to do. I was frozen on the spot, completely hypnotized by his eyes. Mason quickly yanked on my arm and dragged me towards the double doors, where Finn and Selene were waiting for us. They were ushering with their hands and shouting for us to hurry. I turned around to see where Azael was, and as I did, a gigantic ash gray wolf launched itself at Azael, sending him crashing into the floor. T

I hoped they wouldn’t be annoying; I’d never had a neighbor before. I twist the key inside the doorknob and step inside. My eyes scan the space quickly, making sure it had the basic things, a studio with a kitchen, bed, and living room. All fully furnished and relatively clean. Being a werewolf meant things weren’t ever really clean to us, not with our noses picking up every underlying scent. I shut the door behind me, dropped my backpack, and opened the duffel bag to let Blaze hop out. He looks around before looking up at me, as if asking if this was our new home. The silent question tears at my chest a bit.

****** The Next Day**** I opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight. I creased my brows as I tried to steady my gaze. Just then, I felt a warm and minty breath fanning against my nostrils. I opened my eyes fully, only to discover that I was actually lying on a chest. I quickly made to get up, but found out that I was wrapped around the waist. For a second, I forgot my surroundings or where I was. It was when I raised my gaze up at the beautiful man who had me all wrapped up in his arms, I realized that I was in the arms of no one else but Theo. The realization of what happened last night kicked in and I couldn't hold my happiness. I smiled happily. The fact that I had found my mate was somethi

***This is Book 4 of the Elemental Dragon series. While this book can be read as a standalone novel, it is meant to be read as part of a series. References will be made to events in the other books without specific explanation in this book. If you would like to read the series from the beginning, start with The Arena.** I wake up alone to the shouts coming from just outside the main doors of the school. We opened our doors three months ago and everything was great…for about five minutes.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

"You are responsible for my growth after all. I grow through answers and understanding. Best method you said." She gave a smirk as she was right. More and more she understood Ren better. As well as Four who had gotten to the point that she couldn't imagine a life without them both. "Yeah, you are." Four said. HE was finally done and was absolutely exhausted. "I have a new Flame now. I think?" He was unsure of it. "What do you think?" Extending the flame outward, Ren frowned at it.

This was really too much. Felix saw Emma out, then returned to the library. But before he could launch into his inquisition, Francis for in first. “You didn’t tell me you had inherited four wards.” “Well, I have,” said Felix, flinging himself into an armchair opposite the one his brother had resumed. “Are they all like that?” asked Francis in awe. Felix needed no explanation of what “that” meant. He answered with a groan, “Worse!” Eyes round, Francis did not make the mistake of imagining the other Fleming sisters were antidotes. His gaze rested on his brother for a moment, then his face created into a wide smile. “Good lord!”