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It was their second day in Orlando at the Walt Disney World Swan Resort, and they were having a wonderful time. Keisha couldn’t have been happier or more excited. She had wanted to ride and see everything as soon as they had arrived at the hotel. Of course, they couldn’t get to everything in one day, but they did what they could. All three of them had been exhausted when they got settled in last night.

His deep charcoal grey eyes are transfixed to me and I honestly don't know what he's thinking. "Do you want us to go home already?" I ask meeting his intense stare. I don't want to bore him. I know he really doesn't care about my issues with my family. "We can go home-" "You're beautiful" he cut me off that stunned me. He reach my hand and squeeze it lightly "You're the most beautiful black swan event Svanna. It was not your fault, it's no one's fault. Just like you, maybe your mother was forced to marry your father but I'm sure never wished to ruined anything"

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.

He gulped and sighed. "Yes..." He won't be able to deny it anymore. "You said your name was Khun, are you perhaps...?" Alkhun nodded. "Hmm… the infamous descendants of the Berhalksawn Family, Alkhun Berhalksawn. Son of the Black Witch, Venus of the Western Capital." Alkhun sure was more popular than he thought he'd be. Alkhun never hates himself or anyone. Never desires anything or anyone. Thou he does know that all that matters was that his living this life.

He needed time to calm himself down. He arrived at the waterfall, there is a big swan swimming there… a beautiful swan swimming calmly, even though the waterfall is very big and the water rippled loudly. Burdak sat, watching the swan swim so gracefully, maybe life as a swan would be very enjoyable? He sat on one of the stone ledges, watching the swan as he soaked his feet. He wished he would be much calmer now. He doesn't want his heart to continue to rage with this ridiculous feeling. Then Burdak remembered. The swan doesn't swim that peacefully at night, it is now midnight, it is already very dark… what is the swan doing alone? He became more and more suspicious… is it a fake swan?

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

When he was completely naked, his bones started cracking and he soon stood tall in his huge black wolf with piercing golden eyes. Shift. He mind linked me. I took off my clothes, teasing him slightly, and he let out a warning growl. I smirked while I continued and shifted into my wolf. Snow is completely white and huge. I was about 6 ft. in my wolf form but Alex still towered me by a few inches. His wolf was beautiful, screaming power and the aura he was giving off clearly showed that he is someone not to be messed around with. His wolf's name is Aaron, Snow told me.

The cage had been blown wide open. Behind him, Damien Blackwood sat at the edge of the dark granite desk. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves pushed up his thick, corded forearms, revealing the tanned skin beneath. He held a crystal tumbler of scotch, his thumb slowly tracing the heavy glass edge. His silver-gray eyes were locked on the giant muted monitor mounted on the opposite wall. Every major financial news network in the world was running the same headline across their lower tickers in bright, urgent crimson:

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

Finn warned me that although his body was safe, Ryder’s mind had taken a brutal blow. "This sleep of his is a self-protective state," Dr. Finn explained. "Even when he wakes, he’ll need long-term therapy. He may never be able to go above the third floor of a building without suffering severe panic." The thought gutted me. Somewhere out there, the one who had caused all of this, Michael, was probably holding another woman’s child, smiling like nothing had happened. My teeth clenched with rage. Before I could confront him, Janine arrived instead. Her heels clicked sharply against the hospital floor as she entered Ryder’s room.