Novel & Cerita As Told By Ginger Orion

He replied, and I shook my head. "Let me ask you this, Gwen. If it weren't Ginger, would you be acting this way?" He asked, and I said yes, and then he smiled. "Well, I do not believe you because a lot of pregnant wolves, none related to you, have died in this fight, and you didn't do anything about it. You saw them as part of the casualty," he said, and I froze because I didn't see it that way," Ginger isn't more special than they are. As far as I am concerned, she is in the hands of the goddess now," He said to me, and I bowed my head.

Ember The cathedral was still burning. Blood soaked the altar steps. Smoke curled like dying spirits through the fractured stained glass. The air stank of charred flesh and old faith. And Orion… he stood in the center of it all. A god of vengeance, cloaked in ruin. Dark eyes burning like cold stars, hands slick with blood that didn’t shake. He didn’t tremble. He didn’t speak. He just watched me, like I was the only thing left in the world worth protecting.

I gestured vaguely toward Gemini, who stood frozen behind him. “You claim that you are not my father, which means she isn’t my sister in any capacity. And this? This is not my family. And I don't have any consideration for strangers who try to murder me.” A flicker of something flashed across Orion’s face—just for a moment. Maybe it was realization, maybe it was panic. I clearly don't know what it really was and he probably thought that nobody would have noticed it either, but I saw it. I smirked.

Did she change out of it? My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Dan Jones, my bodyguard in Yellowknife. I frowned, wondering why he was calling me out of the blue. Was everything alright there? Even if it wasn’t, I didn’t wish to leave Hermione and go to Yellowknife. “Yes, Dan. Is everything alright?” “No, Felixe! Zephyrus’s trusted spy, Orion Grenier, is here in Yellowknife, asking around for you. He was at your condominium last night and at your office today. He was looking for Hermione Averoff!”

Leirey stated in her mind and hugs Alexis. •*•*•*•* Alexis wakes up and look at Ginger who's staring at her seriously while his tail is on her forehead. "What happened, Ginger? Is something wrong?" She asked her. "Nothing, master. I just felt your power that's why I'm staring at you." Ginger explains. "I see... I saw the Goddess of Moon in my dream again. It feels like she's taking care of me." "I think she's just visiting you to make sure that you're safe." Ginger commented even though he already has an idea but, he can't tell her yet.

Nora burst out laughing. Rebecca looked impressed. “You definitely learning something, huh!” “Well,” Orion drawled as he approached, “the princess turned mischievous queen tonight.” “Orion!” Angela beamed. “I was experimenting.” He chuckled. “Mind if I borrow her?” Nora and Rebecca happily abandoned her. Offering his arm, Orion led Angel away. “Orion, did you see the chandelier?” “I did.” “Lisa is investigating it. But how did you know beforehand?” “I sensed it. A flash appeared in front of me.” Her expression grew troubled. “Do you think it was meant for Gideon?”

"Ginger, are you alright? Can you let Mommy know if you're hurt?" Nonetheless, Ginger offered no response. She weakly leaned against Mia's chest before slipping into unconsciousness. Mia's heart raced with fear as she begged, "Ginger, please wake up, don't scare mommy!" Luna expressed her surprise, musing, "It seems like just a small squabble between the kids. Knowing Asher, he's not typically that rough. Is it possible that Ginger might be suffering from some other ailment?" Timothy sternly intervened, "Luna, keep your mouth shut!"

Orion’s pov I was seated at the large oak table as I clasped my hands on my laps together. The elders who were around me with their voices raised were shouting about something that I rolled my eyes about but I didn’t care either way. One of the elders, elder Gerik’s voice, cut through the noise. “She doesn’t belong here, Orion. She’s a rogue. An outcast,” he said, his gaze hard. I didn’t respond immediately. I kept my eyes on the table, letting the words hang in the air. The room fell quiet, but only for a moment.

His smile was cruel as Mitchell began pouring the fuel. "Moon Goddess," I prayed, tears streaming down my face as the scent of fuel filled my lungs and then the fire burning my skin. "Please... give me another chance..." To make them pay for killing me and my unborn child. I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU ALL, YOU WILL ALL PAY

Just stared as the last of the smoke curled into the ceiling. “You were trying to test a reaction glyph, weren’t you?” I asked, standing slowly. “Without supervision.” “We thought we had it,” Gemma whispered. “We did,” Rowan muttered. “Until it changed.” “Fire doesn’t change, guys. Fire burns,” I snapped, then paused. “Wait. What do you mean changed?” Rowan glanced at the scorched page. “It wasn’t heat at first. It was... humming.” “Humming?” I repeated. “Like a sound?”