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She couldn’t move her feet, she couldn’t control her lungs, she couldn’t breathe. “Its been so long,” the blue eyed man replied. That voice. He was beautiful but it wasn’t his beauty that had succeeded in turning Rain inside out. Far from it actually. Rain knew she wasn’t going insane, and when his blue eyes finally met hers and narrowed in that familiar sinister way...She knew that she was definitely not seeing things. “Who’s the pretty lady?” It was him. “This is my assistant, Rain Coleman,” He was right here in front of her. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Coleman,” It was Cullen.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

EMMELINE They are never going to find the bodies of the men I killed on the day of my mating ceremony. Neither would they find me. My name is Emmeline Carrington, and I am King Carrington's daughter and the last female Lycan. Six Months Earlier As I stood before Jonas, my fated mate, our hands intertwined and our smiles beaming, I couldn't think of a more perfect day. It was the day of our mating ceremony, and to say that I was still in awe of everything playing out would be a sheer understatement. I just couldn't believe a day like this had finally come, that something this good, this perfect, would ever happen to a girl like me.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

That was where the scent led me to. I kicked the door open as I spotted blood on the floor. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Camilla close to the door, blood spilling from several places in her body. Hair stood on the ends of my skin as my eyes glowed with anger. My gaze locked on Damon's as his men laughed hard in my face. I saw the badges on their shirts. One was his Beta, and the other two were his Gammas. How could Gammas, the private messengers of the moon goddess, be involved in such a violent act?

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

Two of them sitting in the front while the one sat in the passenger seat at the back. “Woah… what are you doing here?” the guy seated at the back questioned with his mouth opened. The three of them appeared to be college jocks, judging by their bags and textbooks stuffed into the back with a basketball as well. The three were wearing vests, exposing their well-built physique. But none of them compared to the hottie I had seen the previous day. “Oh, my name is Carmen… Carmen White. I am so lost; do you boys know where the city is?” I asked, hoping for a swift response from them.

carl asks again pulling out his gun. The said bitch walks to him as she undresses his body with her thirsty eyes and smirking. "This bitch is gonna suck your hot ass dry," she slurs seductively licking her fucking lips. Fuck it.

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.