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It sat on a nearby tree. "I've never felt ravens are so creepy until last night," Isabella muttered and zipped up the chain. "Does this raven also think I am creepy? That's why we've encountered again?" Whispered Bella. She closed the window as she was about to go downstairs to have breakfast. Almost done locking the window latch when that raven flew toward her window at a lightning speed, causing Isabella to scream and back away. And the Raven crashed upon the window pane and shattered it into pieces while it also wiggled its body before dying.

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged .

It was about the size of a jewelry box, tied with a crimson ribbon that seemed too bright, too cheerful for the foreboding atmosphere. I approached cautiously, heart hammering. That's when I noticed a thin line of dark red liquid seeping from beneath the box and trickling slowly into the drain. Blood. My stomach clenched painfully. With trembling fingers, I reached for the box, untied the ribbon, and lifted the lid. The stench hit me first, metallic and rotten. Then I saw it. Nestled on a bed of black velvet lay a small bird. A canary. Its once-bright yellow feathers now matted with blood, its tiny head twisted at an unnatural angle.

Someone walked into my inner sanctum, bypassed my guards, bypassed me, and left a package inches from my wife. I pull a pen from my pocket and use the tip to flip the lid open. Eve gasps. A sound of pure, strangled horror. Inside, nestled on the black satin, is a dead canary. Its bright yellow feathers are matted. Its neck is twisted at an unnatural angle. Its black eyes are open, staring sightlessly up at the fluorescent lights. A dead songbird. To me the message is clear. It’s visceral. We can get to her. The bird in the cage is not safe.

I tried to wipe my eyes with the back of my hands, still trying to wake myself up if possible. "You don't believe me, do you? " "No, no, I believe you. I'm just finding it hard to believe myself either. More because we are being carried like a sack of rice. "It's been a while since I'm trying to stop myself from getting sick because this is not a very comfortable position, I'm telling you. "I agree. "Sage sickly butted in. "Can't you, perhaps, put us down. Because you can see, that we also have legs, and that we know we cannot run to escape as we do not know where escape is. "Canary just rolled her eyes at me and shook her head. Aww, darn it.

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.

“Fine, I’ll just have to end my life tomorrow.” “I won’t fall for that.” “You know I don’t make empty promises.” “Jethro, don’t try anything stupid.” “You wouldn’t miss me, so why care?” “What about Kamira?” “Kamira? You wanted a boy, right?” “That doesn’t matter. What am I going to tell her if she ever asks me about her dad?” “You only want me alive for Kamira? You can get married again.” “No, no. I don’t want you dead. I want you next to me and our baby.”

I swallow the pain, I swallow the spit filled with the salty taste of blood. Caged, alone and without redemption close by, I can say for sure that I can't say what goes on in that woman's head. What was her plan for leaving me in a room with dangerous weapons? Everything chokes me and the tears are on the verge of spilling but I throw my head up and scream. I scream till my throat is sore then I retreat into my calm. Being so close to the ground reminds me I am without a purpose, I'm so little, I am irrelevant. Maybe my purpose is to suffer.

“I will keep this short, by now you must know that whatever happened, was your doing... your… ability is something that you should keep quiet, refrain from using it, and work on controlling your emotions, if anything of the sort happens again, I am afraid I will send you to Jarabayn,” Layana’s eyes widened in shock, Jarabayn? Jarabayn was a place where no magic or amulets worked, a place that was so severely spelled, it was the darkest part of Ehlesaar, tucked away in a corner of the land, the location unknown to most, apart from those in the mage court and the king's council, no one even knew if it truly existed. It was a place rarely mentioned and only for the worst of prisoners. She looke

I close my eyes and try to mind link with her. Please help me! Luna Kate, Help ME! I scream inside my head. I need her to hear me. "She cannot hear you while you are in here," the elder elite wolf says. The guards come into the cage and begin putting the chains on me. The chains burn my wrist and my ankles. They lock the chains in place in the corner of the cage. I cannot move. "If you need water or food, or to even piss you will need to ask someone bitch! Now you are dependent on me!" the elite wolf says as he walks out of the cage. One of the guards touches my face as he leaves the cage.