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I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

I said uncomfortably and placed out my hand to stop him. It had the opposite effect. He took my hand and leaned his large mouth with all his big teeth forward. His hard lips touched the backs of my fingers. I tried to snatch my hand away, but he kept ahold of it. “I swear my allegiance to you, Tara Layton, The Promised, the wielder, the bringer of peace. My breath, my blood, my life.” He dropped my hand, stood, and stepped back. Another guttybrew took his place. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but Talon held me in place with gentle pressure around my back.

Saph’s mark from Nathan is simply a scar in the pattern of his actual bite mark. “Don’t give up hope, Pearl. You’re still young. Your fated mate could be out there. Daya and Darius just happened to be the first ones to find each other.” I’ve never pictured Amy as an optimist. She’s usually more cynical and teases Pearl over her dreams of having a fairy tale, love story. Maybe she’s growing up, after all.

The usual posts flooded my timeline: fashion influencers flaunting their outfits, food bloggers making me regret skipping lunch, and then there it was. Amelia. Of course, it had to be Amelia. My finger froze mid-scroll as I stared at the series of pictures and videos she’d been in. There she was, laughing, smiling, glowing. And not just with anyone. She was with Liam and another VIP Prince Tristan. The prince that everyone has been raving about on my timeline.

I quickly unlocked it with my fingerprint, the familiar routine offering a brief moment of comfort. I tapped the F******k icon and watched as it loaded, the blue and white interface appearing on the screen. My heart raced as I navigated to the search bar, typing in "Amory." His name popped up almost immediately, and with a quick scroll, his profile picture came into view. I clicked on his page, eyes scanning for any signs of news or gossip about us.

Durga blushed at his reply. "Let's go!" He walked inside and they looked at him in awe. "He is so charming, Durga... I am literally jealous." Aditi huffed. "Does he have a brother?" "They are mafias, you shouldn't dream about them!" Tanisha warned. Aditi cleared her throat. "Yeah, right!.. My bad, I am not going to fall for red flags anymore" They shook heads at her silliness. "So pastel is final, right?" Tanisha asked.

I intend to keep looking. Hers are four: I spent a long time not choosing. Then I chose. Then I kept choosing. I intend to keep choosing you. The registrar says the required words. They say yes. The twenty-three people say nothing because some moments require the silence of witnesses rather than the noise of celebration. And then the noise comes — Lily first, inevitably, with the full-face smile, and then everyone, and the September light holds all of it, and the sea below the hill is still doing its evening thing, indifferent and eternal and entirely present.

"Sure, that's good. I'll introduce you to the chair--" "No." "What do you mean, no?" "I want to become a warrior, a Bulwarkian warrior." Amnisty gulped. She knew that Peony was a member of NPU, the strongest group in Seacrest. She knew because of the uniform of Peony. Some part of her doesn't want Peony to become a warrior again for unknown reasons. Peony stood up. She was taller than Amnisty, she's five feet and ten inches. She has an angel's beauty but her aura is screaming in different ways.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

“Nope, but I’m aiming for it. I’m still only Seasoned rank.” “Eh, no way! With how strong you are, you should be Legendary!” “Well, I haven't raked up enough points yet. I’ll get there though.” “It won’t be long then. Oh, Lord Dragunov, look!” Amari crouched down and inspected the ground. “There’s some kind of track here. Looks like wolves. A lot of them too.” “How many specifically?” Matthew asked just to know how good she was since he already knew the number.