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he paused, taking another huge gulp before lightly slamming the can on the table and continuing, "did you ever feel the betrayal of your own bestfriend who was supposed to burn down the world for you? But what does he do instead? Fuck my boyfriend under my nose and appear like nothing happened. Damn, this world is truly fucked." I absentmindedly nodded, knowing he was right and somewhat I was doing this to Stella---my childhood bestfriend, so it did infact make me a shitty friend too. But was I really? As I contemplated on my running thoughts, the door to the cafeteria opened and in walked our Professor with a lady and a man attached to his hip---I mean following him behind. "Holy macaroons.

Whoever said time is a healer was a lying son of a bitch. I get through the days fine enough. I prepare defences with Finn, Tucker and Hayden. The latter is trying to convince me my own sprawling tattoo art would help me deal with losing Franz. Considering he's absolutely drowning in ink, what kind of life has he had before joining the Shadowlands Warriors? I cut down and split trees for firewood until my muscles scream. Then like a glutton for punishment, I listen to Easton talk for hours on end. Literally hours. I do everything and anything Cillian asks of me.

Whimpering and growling as I felt life slowly leave my mate little by little, I stomped my Lycan paws heavier on the ground brushing through the twigs and animal chirping I could hear in the thick forest I ran into. My mate was in his Lycan form hovered by a familiar Lycan I had fought that day as it instantly nipped on his neck trying to tear his neck away from his body. Too focused on ending my mate's life, he didn't notice when I pressed my fangs into its neck instead and trashed it away. Feeling my Lycan transfer life to him through the mate-bond, I charged back at Aaron's Lycan, who had my mate's blood dripping from its snort, and slashed his face.

No one knows what triggered such a ferocious act till date but the pack doctor said he believes it is related to his mate whom he was yet to find. That was when he advised that a bit of wolfsbane be added to his food every month to keep the ferocity abase until he found his mate and completed the mating process. If nothing is being done before night falls, it is most likely that history will repeat itself and it will be worse since they are presently in human’s territory. How will he handle this? “Alright, grandmother. I will try my best but do you think she will agree to come with me? Won't she freak out because we are all aware that to humans, we are fantasy and not real.”

Dove said with tears in her eyes. Clara feels Dove's pain. She was also in Dove's shoes. "You stay here with me. I'll protect you." Clara said. Thanks to the power of Marble, she believes that she will be strong enough to protect the weak. That night, Clara and Dove sat next to the torch. Clara roasted a wild chicken, but Dove's rich aroma didn't distract. Because she is a rabbit, she only eats fruits and vegetables. The forest grew cold and lonely. Dove rested his head on Clara's shoulder and slept.

Bastard", Snow seethed as the alpha command lost hold as soon as Adrienne put the empty cup down.* *Adrienne couldn't agree more. "What was in the drink, Alpha?"* *Alpha Marcus smirked at her. "Didn't taste anything, did you?"* *"No, I..." She paused mid-sentence and clutched at her throat. There was a burning sensation all the way from her throat, down to her belly.*

“The course is Vampirism 101” Isabella couldn’t help but laugh out, “Now you are just making stuff up” she said, as her eyes took in the items in the car booth. There were different types and sizes of crossbows and wooden stakes in there. There was also an open suitcase which contained injections and bottles of a certain liquid that she knew nothing about. “I was right the first time then” she joked. “You brought me here to kill me”

The uncontrollable craving for blood. She must feed from me because the amount she drinks would kill a normal person and thanks to my healing ability, I can replenish my blood at a fast rate. Janea has made good progress towards controlling herself though. She used to feed every hour, but now she can go up to four without needing to feed. “It has been four hours since the last time, that’s why I'm asking.” I said worriedly. “Lex, I said I'm fine, leave it at that.” Janea replied.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.