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Warriors sparred around us in noisy clusters, steel clashing and grunts echoing. Marten glared at me while wiping blood from his mouth where my fist had caught him moments earlier. His dark hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders heaved with each breath. Scars from old battles crisscrossed his forearms, visible where his sleeves were pushed up. “You’re one to talk.”

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

i said taking a seat beside him "Cool" he took the bag from me and opened it "Where's my cold soda" he asked "Oops i forgot sorry" i said "Dumb head" he mumbled bringing out a sundae and licking it "I'm not a dumb head" i argued taking a sundae too. I licked from it like a child messing up my face I looked up to see Jack staring at me "What" I asked "Your whole face is messed up with ice cream " he said "I know I'll clean it" I said, I took a napkin and began wiping my face.

I look around the room but I can't find who said that. "Ah, that's right you can't talk" A boy with blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and bright white clothes climbs out from under the bed, I'm laying on. "You can't tell your dad you saw me though, I'd be in a lot of trouble, you might be too though," The boy opened my mouth and put a red gummy bear in my mouth and closed and opened my mouth repeatedly. "Hey, so I can make you eat huh, that's so cool." The boy did this process about 5 times, it looked like he would never get tired of it. "I bet you have a lot of questions for me," I rolled my eyes up, " I'm goib to heal you now, that way we can have a proper conversation," The boy puts his ha

It was so intense that she couldn’t control herself form emptying the contain in her stomach. Her mouth tastes bitter and sweats wetting her body. She rubs the saliva that hangs form her mouth and she leans on the side of the bed. The pain is gone now but a new fury dwells in her chest. Someone had just sneak into her memory. Someone had taken her blood and enter her mind. Every little thing she had kept deep in her brain was put on display like a play. Eve hand balled into a fist and she screams loudly hitting the ground below her repeatedly as a way of venting her new found anger.

From the look of them, someone has thrown acid on her back or set her back on fire. Not even a single inch of her back was save, they were all over her back. The skin that was flawless just a few minutes ago was not marred with scars. A scent of burned forest's ashes mixed with wet mud reached his nostrils. The scent was coming from his mate. The scent of a Witch~ His heart stopped for a moment... She disguised those scars from him. She tricked him, his.. his mate was a witch. Realization dawned upon him. His mate was a bloody witch. A witch~

Saying this would definitely put her off guard, and I knew she would find a befitting reply for that, and that would take her mind off what I was about to do. Her lips parted, and she began to speak. But before she could finish her words, I bent her head slightly and placed my lips on her fair, slender neck with one of my hands wrapped around her small waist. I sunk my fangs into her soft skin as her scent wafted into my nose. Aria winced, and I immediately withdrew my fangs, replacing it with my tongue to sooth the bite. Before this, I had read books and done a little research about temporary marking. The tongue sure helped to soothe the pain.

The things I have to do… With a sigh, I forced myself to keep drinking. Every sip tasted like bitter earth, but I swallowed it down, knowing this was my only chance. After five minutes, I finally finished the entire cup, placing it on the table with relief. Without wasting another second, I stormed into the bathroom. I needed to get rid of the taste—and the smell—before Damien came back. If he caught even a hint of the herbs on my breath, he would get suspicious. I couldn’t risk that. I grabbed my toothbrush, quickly applying a generous amount of toothpaste before scrubbing my teeth furiously. The bitter taste of the tea was still there, but it was fading. After rinsing my mouth, I reached f

Chapter 102: The first rays of dawn spilled over the battlefield, revealing a landscape forever altered by the night’s brutal struggle. The enemy, though repelled, had left behind a haunting silence and a bitter tally of loss. The Blue Moon Pack’s warriors, now bloodied and exhausted, gathered around the battered remnants of the defense line. Each wolf bore scars not only on their bodies but in their hearts—a reminder that every victory in battle came at a steep cost.