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we failed to notice? I got up, suddenly realizing something. Come to think of it, we actually didn't see him cry for mom. We always pay her respect on a certain day of April, her death month. However, it wasn't always the same day. It was every first Crescent Moon. Until now, I still don't know the real reason. I somehow don't believe dad when he said mom just loved the Crescent Moon. We don't go on her grave. We just stay at the backyard, light candles around a certain flower named trumpet creepers. The flower meant "wait", as what I've searched and watched from a drama. Anyways, we didn't saw him shed any tears. We just thought that he was just fine, that it was too long and too painful to

“Like I said, you should never fight your instincts. It's not healthy.” I could feel my wolf's growl inside me, his frustration sinking into my veins. Not that he needed to remind me how he felt—how we felt. It was time to redirect this conversation. “We move to Dolorem Valley in two days. Did you find a way to contact someone from the group?” Caspian cleared his throat and nodded. “I did. They evacuate as we speak. Not sure if they move fast enough though.” “Fucking Fates,” I muttered, tilting my head back. “There are thousands of innocents living in the valley.”

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

"Oh, really? I don't see–" "Kids..." Before Jeremy could finish his sentence, Byron raised his hand, effectively cutting him off. "I know you've got some serious beef with rogues, especially Kent, but we can't ignore the truth in Celeste's words. Besides, once we clear things up with the rogue pack, we'll have one less enemy to worry about. That means we can focus more on kicking some hunter butt without constantly glancing over our shoulders, expecting those rogues to pull some sneaky moves on us."

His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice slightly choked. "A relationship that's forced never works out. Actually, instead of choosing someone who doesn't love you, why not look at the people around you who truly understand and cherish you?" The pop-up messages before my eyes started spinning their narrative again. [Listen! What a kind boy!] [Are you really going to be a heartbreaker? Callum is being so humble!] [Drake is damaged goods. Even Sienna doesn't want him, but you're treating him like treasure!] I looked coldly at these two putting on their coordinated performance.

He nodded slowly, seeming to accept that I wasn't going to say anything else. “Fine. But whatever you're dealing with, don't let it mess up the finals.” “I won't.” He stared at me hard. “You better not.” I managed a small smile. “I won't.” He walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts again. I pulled out my phone and checked it, but there were still no new messages. I opened I*******m without really thinking about it and saw that Kenz had posted something. It wasn't anything big, just a picture of his suitcase sitting on the floor with a caption that said Boston tomorrow.

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

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"You’re from the Moonlit faction, right?" "Not bad!" Igor said, then added, "Though your complexion matches ours, your facial features indicate that you’re not one of us." "So what?" Adrian grew annoyed. This conversation was pointless, and he wanted to resolve the issue as quickly as possible. "Are you looking down on me?" He patted the silver badge on his waist. The badge appeared ordinary under the sun, but within the dark woods, it glowed a silvery white. The carvings of herbs and plants on the badge stood out prominently.

The pretty girl waved her golden hair with a hand on her hip. "OMG, am I really seeing this?!" Maya let out a cold sneer, "21th century now, and school bullies and discrimination are yet extinct?" "You would want your badge, believe me." The pretty girl snorted back with a mean look, drawling her sour tone, "You don't want to be swept into the wrong sides of us." "Do I want it, or do YOU want me to have it on?" Maya threw her golden badge back into the box, "So that you can mark those who you know you can't affort to mess with?"