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I begin, but Granger cuts me off. “What reason would the witches have to push anyone from this pack out of their territory? I thought the Rogueland packs were on good terms with the witches?” he asks. Rogueland, that’s a new term too. I categorize it in the mental sheet of notes I’ve started taking on this place and its people, building a mental map of the land, the allies, and enemies within it. “They’re nervous about something,” Sage says under her breath as she refills her glass of wine. Her eyes lift from the wine glass to meet mine.

ARIA'S POV Sage has been locked in her room all weekend and won't talk to anyone or eat. She had just three hours to decide if she would face Victoria or lose the state university. She was just staring at that email. I knocked on her door. "Sage. Let me in." "Go away." She said. "Not happening. Open the door or I'm coming in anyway." Silence. Then the lock clicked. She sat on her bed with her laptop open. The acceptance letter on screen.

Darkness fell upon Silver-Crest Coven and few men roamed outside of the coven, sending signals with their eyes and hands. Inside the building, Sage dressed up and packed everything he will be needing in a small bag and when he was done, he took a black scarf and wrapped it around his face to cover his nose downward. “Sage…” Sage turned to look at Simone who smiled at him sadly and blinked. She walked up to him and hugged him before sniffing on his shoulder.

Sage was somewhat reluctant to concede victory to Timothy. With a smirk, Sage retorted: "Do I need a reason to hack you? I did it because I wanted to." Timothy narrowed his eyes, showing no restraint: "You're nothing but a weakling. Do you surrender?" "Never! You cheated!" Sage felt a surge of indignation. During their confrontation, Timothy had managed to covertly probe his IP address. It seemed like Timothy was also a computer whiz.

Sage didn't move from her laptop, her eyes narrowed as Selene dropped her bag onto the concrete floor with a heavy thud. "You have a lot of explaining to do," Sage said, her voice sharp with the edge of a woman whose life’s work had just been breached. "Let’s start with my encryption protocol. That was a private build. I didn't even use it on the Silvercrest mainframe. How did you get it?"

“I have no idea what witchcraft is capable of, but I want to prevent her from influencing the rituals to her advantage.” “I assume you have thought this through,” I commented. “What's your plan?” Sage Nicolas never does half work, he is renowned for his steadfast dedication to completing all tasks with utmost thoroughness and precision. Before presenting any plans or ideas, he thoroughly develops them in detail beforehand, which I'm sure he has already done concerning this matter as well. It's apparent that Sage doesn't trust Xanne at all.

Do follow and vote. Till then Adios

Sage whispered, her face in complete horror. "It's not a big deal, duh" I shrugged trying to look at every where else but Sage. "Then i sincerely advise you stay the hell away from Kai, I'm not sure you want your first time to be with someone that doesn't commit." She said in a calm tone forcing me to look at her. Sage had a serious look on her face so I knew she wasn't joking, Sage was hardly ever serious with anything so I had to put her advice in mind before making any drastic decision.

I urge Vera as she helps to usher Sage in. Sage moves along, her deformed hands sweeping around the walls of stone to steady herself. At her age, the descent from high areas in the forest where she resides in a tiny cottage is dangerous, but she came anyway. She always does when the pack needs it. "How many now?" Sage asks, her blind eyes perceiving everything though they are veiled over. "Seven with active symptoms," I inform her grimly. "Three more with minor episodes. And it's spreading." Sage nods, as if she had expected this. She kneels beside Mack first, her knotted hands hovering over his lifeless body without touching him. Her lips shape a wordless spell, as she utters words in anoth

She’s stiff because she does and the caring is the part that wrecked her last time. I’ve been looking into Sage for twenty hours. Sage Wells, nineteen, Connecticut, no pack affiliation, no wolf training, GED education, and the digital intrusion skills of a federal operative. She hacked Edward Blackwood’s private server from a studio apartment and extracted twenty years of records without tripping a single alarm. At nineteen. She’s pretty in the background photos, dark eyes and Richard Hale’s jawline, but pretty and dangerous is a combination I keep at arm’s length. I don’t trust her, not because she’s lying but because a teenager who can breach an Alpha’s server and walks around in an oversi