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Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder. “What happened?” I demanded. They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes. When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire. I reached for it and the metal seared my fingertips.

Pippa and I had been through the worst things but we prevailed just like how we would after Selection day is over and I get back to my miserable life as the pack's punching bag. Oh such good times we've shared, myself, Caden the soon to be Alpha, and Gretchen the Gamma's daughter and sweet little Dalia. The mockery and torture I had to endure as the child of a traitorous woman. "Haven't you gotten up Maeve? You have a lot to do today. There are dishes and clothes to be washed, Dalia's Selection outfit to be straightened to perfection and betrothal gifts to be packed. Stop lazing about and get to work!" Aunt Giselle's voice came booming down the narrow hallway of our cramped house.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

She walked over to me, and took the necklace off of her neck that she always wore, I had always loved it, it was a teardrop shaped pendant, inside of it was shimmering green dust, forest fairy dust, the vial had gold swirls wrapped around to keep it safe, and a small emerald was hanging from the cork lid, it matched my dress perfectly. We spent the rest of the morning together, laughing and playing, each of the girls took it in turns to share a memory with me of dad. They all said how proud he would be of me today, I felt guilt at knowing the real reason why he died, I wished I could tell them, to clear his name for them but it would only make things worse. The carriage pulled up outside, an

The moment our eyes met, my breath caught in my throat and her eyes widened in shock. “Annabeth?” “Scarlett?” We both called out in unison, our voices loud with disbelief. Suddenly, Annabeth gasped, dropping the books in her hands as she stumbled backwards. “Ghost!” she whispered, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyeballs moving in horror as she kept moving backwards. “Annabeth, what’s going on with you?” the headmistress asked, her tone sharp, but ut still carried a hint of respect. I stepped forward, raising a hand to stop her politely.

But he wasn't expecting to meet something like this, especially Zayn, who was muttering on what to wear and what not to wear, and how to look exceptionally handsome. " This is surely going so weird," Ralph raised his brows and mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Zayn ignored him, thinking about how to welcome his special coming guest and even impress her...... ~~~~~ Anabelle held the hem of her dress and stepped down from the chariot, that just stopped. She was just returning from the witch's place, after delivering the last ingredient and the gold coins.. The moment she lifted up her head, her eyes caught sight of her father, who stood at the front of the house, with his eyes staring

They usually end up looking like Orcs. Annabel doesn’t say anything else, only nods her head enthusiastically despite the big eyes and sombre expression of her delicate features and moves closer to me. 'Well then... I guess we do it.' If she has the same stubborn will as her mother, then no amount of talking it out will change her mind. I pick out the vial around my neck that I have worn for almost two decades, ready to release her from my spell, but I’m halted to a shocked stop by a deep male voice with his mocking tone, sending my nerves into furious overdrive. It’s like his mere presence is the same a zapping me with a cattle prod.

"No Abbey I am good. Hey has that necklace every talked to you in anyway?" Abbey held it up and looked at it. "No not that I noticed. Only thing I noticed is it puts a protected barrier around me if I am sad or if I have a splitting headache it goes away. Did it help your headache?" Now that she asked, Belle did feel a little better. That was weird, I certainly will not be touching that necklace ever again. Damn thing gave me goosebumps. Taking a deep breathe, she shook her head and looked at Anna.

I shove her away, already rising to leave, but then I feel her cold, trembling fingers wrap around my ankle. “One more thing,” she rasps. “Serena wears a necklace… blood-red. It—it’s not just a necklace, Piper. I think it’s her weakness. If you can take it—” She coughs violently, more blood bubbling past her lips. I hesitate. “I’ll get help for you,” I mutter. Anna shakes her head. “No. Just… save Zoe. My world’s already over without Elijah. We were meant to be together. In our next life, we will be."

Anastasia screamed at the fact that Vixen had stamped on her necklace and Vixen who had stamped on the necklace also screamed as a strange force from the necklace flung both ladies far away into different directions far away from the pack house. Everything went blank again and Anastasia's eyes opened again as she said, “My head,” She held her head as her eyes focused again and she realized she must have been in a trance now seeing that she could still see the two Darius in front of her and her head was seriously banging now. “Oh my God,” Tears immediately spilled from her eyes as the realization of what Vixen had done hit her. She couldn't believe Vixen had destroyed her necklace which was t