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she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

He thought the extra power flowing through Doll was coming from him. That was until the Bunny saw the apparition, the cosmic aura. Not only was he sure that wasn't Hades, but he sensed it could paradoxically be a hex magick that could poison or sicken the Black-fur. But Black-furs were made of Hex aura, weren't they? He tried to recall what he'd learned about what the Hares called the "lower species" and Black-furs in particular who were the "lowest of the low." Not that Bright thought that way. His Captain was noble and a tom. The Marker was kind and a tom. As far as he could tell, the meanest, scariest pirate on their crew was Nickel and he was a Hare.

I hit the iron bar and try to scream, but it seems like my voice melts along with my heart. I see two gloved hands clutch on the bar. I turn my head and see the Black Tiger standing beside me, staring with his cold eyes. I look away as I don’t look pretty when I cry, my eyes must be red and swollen. He doesn’t say a single word; he just keeps staring at me until my sobs disappear.

I had my home back. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized something was wrong. My wolf wasn't celebrating. She was whimpering. I reached inside, trying to find the source of her distress. A sharp, burning pain flared in my chest. It wasn't from the fight. It was deeper. It was in my soul. I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was covered in black, oily blood. Damon’s final revenge. He hadn't just used gold to buy off the Council. He had used black magic.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

, she said. “It is no surprise since they are after peace”, our Gamma said. “The werewolf realm is divided enough as it is”, he added. With his words, I could understand why the Council of Elders would grant such a privilege to a member of Blackmoon pack. But it still presented the problem that I was left with no choice but to allow Carson into our pack. But I would take precautions. Carson was a snake, that I knew. So I could never be too careful.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Black just shrugged contemptuously: "Apparently, one of our own has Mate as a vampire. " He didn't give me more information about it," Black stated as he rose. "Order me a new chair. His ridiculous question annoyed me so much I couldn't hold it in." Duncan clenched his lower lip between his teeth to restrain himself from asking more questions. "What?" asked Black when he realized his Beta's expression. "Didn't he tell you more, or did you hang up first?" "I hung up," the Mad One replied unashamedly. Then, when he saw that his Beta continued to grimace, he completed, "Don't want to hear about some bastard who found his Mate."

"That's right, Augustin! That's why I tried to have that talk with Mr. Fantastic in the woods...but here we are. We had to honor the dinner invitation we received." Black and his wolf weren't sure what was going on. Their soul mate was near them, by the Moon Goddess, just a few more inches, and he would give short shrift to the rest of his reason. She was smiling at him, but he could also clearly discern the venom in her voice. _OH FUCK! WE PISSED MATE OFF! MATE IS HORNY, AND WE LEFT HER LIKE THAT !!!! DO SOMETHING!_