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Wilkes said in a dreary voice. “Yes, or that. Either ways, I'd have said we go see if the office is open now but Wade. He—” “Who's Wade?” Wilkes asked, his face squeezing in. “The smoking dude. That's his name; Wade.” “Oh, okay. You were saying something.” “Yeah. He might stalk us or something. It's quite risky plus Trisha isn't with us. She won't like that we left her behind.” Wilkes lazily rested his back on his bed with his hands spread wide.

He pulled out the book and handed it over to Audrey. Audrey placed her hands on the cover of the book, tracing it surface. The moment she opened it, Audrey realized the text were written in Greek and using her knowledge, she knew she could easily assimilate what is written. "What are you looking for by the way?" Martin asked, curiousity taking over his entire state of mind. Audrey looked up at him from the book and for a moment she wondered if it was ideal to tell him. "Have you ever heard of Alpha Brian?" Audrey asked and from the look on Martin's face, he seemed not to have heard of the great Alpha.

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Finding a smile, she offered it to Theo with an outstretched hand. “‘Kalispera’, Theo,” (Greek for ‘good afternoon’) she greeted him, as warmly as she could. “‘Pos ise’?” (Greek for ‘How are you?’) “Kalispera... Mrs. Leventis. ‘Ta páo kalá’” (I’m doing well). Hearing her talking in Greek, made Theo beam a smile back at her, then went off into a rush of Greek which forced Electa to angle a helpless look up at Adrastos.

But then again, there most have been some importance to the name if the person that wrote the book hid it in secret ancient Greece. That's it, the person that wrote the book! the idea hit me like a train and i turned to my best friend. "Do you know anything about the person that wrote the book? Does it say anything about the author? Anything at all?" "No," she flipped through the pages repeatedly "nothing....oh, wait!" she pulled up a finger and red carefully on a page "George, George Marius." She looked up at me like she just discovered a big secret. I quickly grabbed my computer and googled him. The page came up an showed an old picture of a young man with red hair on slacks and a papa's h

“Do you still pretend to be in different places?” “When I read, I do. It’s the cheapest way to travel.” “So why is Greece your first choice?” She shrugged. “I went through a period when I was sixteen where I read a lot of Greek literature. I was fascinated with the mythology which is interwoven into a lot of their work. I noticed that you are reading The Iliad. When I read that three years ago, I had difficulty getting through the description of every soldier that was dying, but once the focus of the book changed to Achilles and Hector and how the Greek gods were influencing the Trojan War, I couldn’t put it down. I will say that the Greeks were very creative.”

I'm going to Greece," Jayden said, his tone firm. "Greece?" Mr. Bruno repeated, his voice disbelieving. "Yes, dad, Greece," Jayden asserted. Tricia, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "Greece is such a cool place," Tricia said, her eyes shining with excitement. "I've heard a lot about it, and it's got lots and lots of cool and fun places. Not just that, it's got romantic places to visit. Greece is so cool, and its architecture is splendid. Monalisa would love it." Mr. Bruno's eyes flashed with annoyance.

There was something familiar, something unsettling. She reached for her laptop, fingers flying over the keys as she searched for any records on Eleni Markos. The screen displayed a sparse file: born in Athens, orphaned at age five, multiple foster homes, disappeared from the system at sixteen. No further records. Lena leaned back, the chair creaking beneath her. "Who are you, Eleni?" Scene: Santorini, Greece The sun cast a golden hue over the island, the white buildings gleaming against the azure sea. Tourists meandered through the narrow streets, oblivious to the undercurrents that pulsed beneath the idyllic surface.

Most of the time you yourself dont know what it means, I myself had no clue. Even with nerves raging, it was impossible not to be excited about a trip to Greece. Alpha Marcus had told me that the temple of the elders is hidden in the side of Mount Olympus. As a professor of Folklore I was looking forward to seeing all of the old texts that were apparently stored there. I've spent my entire life searching and searching through more texts than one could imagine in the pursuit of werewolf knowledge. Knowing that all the relevant ones were about to be right in front of me made me feel all kinds of anticipation.

he grinned. "What secret?" I muttered. I was confused. Christie seemed to know what was happening as she shared a knowing smile with Theo. "You'll see and I am sure you'll love it. Don't you want to explore Santorini to see all the goodness there are here before going to boring Milan?" He arched a brow. I nodded, "I'd like to." At the same time, I was curious and wanted to know what he had in mind. "Then trust me, Glykoúla mou,"(Sweetheart) Theo said in thick Greece accent.