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Lila's P.O.V The article popped up on my phone while I was waiting for Shayla outside the preschool gate. One of those auto-scroll feeds I never asked for but never quite turned off either. The headline was small, almost buried between ads for spring coats and celebrity baby announcements: *Ethan Whitaker’s Career Slide: From Golden Boy to Benchwarmer?* I almost swiped past it. Almost.

Maybe they didn't know what to say because if they offended me, it would be bad for them. I rolled my eyes, connecting my phone to the sound doc and letting Therefore I am by Billie Eilish fill the room, "Is there a movie playing on my forehead or something?" I quizzed, blocking my forehead with my hand, "I know it's a little big but let's not stare."

WHAT! Elias POV I can't stop watching Chilli being pulled around the floor. The young bachelorette I'm swaying with is trying to engage me in conversation but I'm too involved in watching my future beta. I can feel something is wrong. Erin's voice sounds in my head "Elias?" Echoing concern. "Yes I'm seeing it" "Something's not right" she's not wrong "songs nearly over, thankfully" she tells me.

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

Ellie POV “I, Cailee Lily Smith, hereby swear my allegiance to the protection detail of the sole remaining white wolf, Ellie Grayson. I promise to protect her with my life for the rest of my days,” Cailee pledged. I could see the apprehension in her and Vince’s eyes as we all waited to see an acceptance or a rejection from the Moon Goddess. A collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd as the bright light appeared and slammed into me, the bond snapping into place. Before we could say anything, Vince swooped in, picked her up in his arms and yelled running down the hallway, “If the bed is a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’!” The beautiful sound of my friend giggling in response filled my

she said while chuckling. "Is he going to propose to you?" I questioned. She simply laughed and shook her head. Delilah, on the other hand, just laughs while drinking champagne. In the second verse, he sings, "How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby, I don't ever plan to find out." "I'll just go upstairs," Aries said quietly before standing up. I simply nodded and let him into the house. I just jammed with them and listened to Malcolm sing in front of me. Emilianna, on the other hand, is filming her boyfriend's singing. When I was hit by the camera, I smiled. I danced in my seat when he pointed the camera at me and laughed.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains suicide thought, if you can't handle it, or it would trigger you, or make you uncomfortable, please, kindly skip for your safety. Lots of love. Billie stride to Anna's room, it's unlike her to still be sleeping at this hour of the day. She knocked on the door, but there was no response. She made the second attempt but still got no reply. She turned the doorknob and stride inside. Her gaze landed on a sleeping Anna with tears streaming down her cheeks, while she talks to herself.

I remember the words of a chant guiding my fingers as I worked. What was it? I close my eyes and let the whisper enter my flesh and blood, my lips move and I recite ... When dreamers dream They guard within A secret they must cherish, until Mother Moon through watery hue with iron she will not perish. Then with a final cry from Esme of "Go with the Goddess!" we are there. The crackle of pine needles beneath our feet, the scent of pine and something else much, much darker. I am home. And everything is wrong.

A stray tear escaped my eye, and I wiped it off before finally surrendering to the soothing embrace of sleep, hoping that its warmth would calm the ache in my head and heart. My room was flooded with the low, draggy voice of Billie Eilish. I was never into that type of music, but my fingers scrolled until I found the exact song I was looking for. One that matched my mood. And then I had fallen back on the bed to drown in the sad voices and the rhythm. I had never felt more in sync with anything else in my whole life.