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I gasped, my eyes widened in shock as I hastily stepped away from the counter, eye searching the area and I saw someone at the far end of the room, his back was on me and he had a hoodie over his head. "Aston!" I called out impatiently, rushing over to his table. Even though his back was on me, I could recognise my brother anywhere in the world. Even if it's in the dark. "Hey?" I said, taking the seat across from him. My brother slowly raised his head to stare at me. It was as if I was looking into a mirror. The only thing different about my faces was the mole and freckles that I had which he didn't. "Adrian." He smiled, looking away from me nervously.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

Sasha sobbed "We were the three musketeers. We went to New York together." "It will be okay." Charlie cried. The tears continued. I cleared my throat. "Can you not use the ghost roads portal to see Charlie whenever you want?" I asked. They looked at me bewildered "Omg of course I can." Sasha cried. They broke apart. "I'll still miss you." "I'll see you in a few days." Alpha Liam hugged Charlie then me. We climbed into the car next to Casey and Adam. We waved as the car pulled away, the moving truck had gone ahead.

Amara POV I’m walking aimlessly, auto pilot taking control and as the only place I know outside of the alpha house grounds is main street in town, that’s where my body takes me. I don’t become aware of my location until a lorry honks its horn at me for walking in the middle of the road. The driver curses at me and raises his fist in anger. He was right, I should be more careful, especially as I do not have a wolf to heal me like the rest.

I return my apron, wash my hands, dry them, then pick up my bag. I still had a few more minutes before Hyaden gets downstairs, so I decide to go meet Miss Sasha. On my way there, I'm lost in thought, so I don't see the person coming infront of me. By the time I realize its already late, and I bump into her. Loreen Murphy.

I answered. Mashu gets her shield ready and smashes the ground, I turned around and saw Jack, Amanda & Roxy imprisoned by hive-like spikes “don’t worry Mother you can do it” said Jack “you can do it father” said Amanda “beat her superstar” said Roxy I smiled, turned around and looked at Mashu as I inhale and exhale the Splatonic air.

Before he could reply, a sharp screech echoed across the battlefield. Ama. She descended from the sky, riding a nightmarish beast—half dragon, half wolf—with smoky black wings. Her eyes glowed crimson, her body laced with corrupted magic. “Well, well,” she drawled, her voice magically amplified across the field. “Little Riya finally learned how to fight.” I stepped forward. “This ends tonight, Ama.” She laughed, throwing her head back. “You think you’re powerful enough to defeat me?” Nathaniel growled, stepping in front of me. “You’ve already lost.”

I wanted to bury my face in his neck and inhale deeply. “Everyone,” Alpha Kai said to the table. “This is Alpha Ford of Moonbeam and Alpha Stoll of Nearside. Go ahead and introduce yourselves to them.” “I’m Misty Sharpe of Blood Moon,” the girl on the other side of Alpha Ledger said. She had the same platinum blonde hair and green eyes as Alpha Sharpe. “Your Alpha Sharpe’s daughter?” Alpha Ford asked. “Yes,” Misty answered. She bit the inside of her lip like she was trying to keep herself from saying something. She looked nervous. Every strand of her hair was in place, her makeup immaculate.

I wake up feeling different, almost brand new. My hand shoots out to the side to reach Mace but someone brings it back down. I peel one eye open, then the other. Amelia sticks out her tongue, her fingers stretching the corners of her lips to form a toothy smile. She is a clown and I love her.

I drained the last of the tea from my cup, stood and straightened out the grey dress that was the slave’s uniform and made my way back into the house. Mia was hanging washing on the line, Tara was beating the dust out of a rug over by the bin shed, Layla and Macy were sat lost in conversation, to the outside world everything here would seem perfectly normal, a relaxed and happy home, but we knew different, none of us were here by choice and we all hung on the mercy of the Alpha. I left my cup in the sink and went in search of Mrs H, time to get back to work.