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he said and walked away while Elaine stared at his back before going into the room again. Carlos' eyes snapped open when he noticed someone walked in "sorry, it's just me" Elaine said with a smile before sitting on the chair. Carlos' eyes never left her. Compared to the girl he heard her voice last night, she looks stronger and with the way she talks, something tells him she is not one to be trifled with. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he studied her. Her hair matches with her eyes, and he must admit, she is really beautiful, no not just beautiful, she is drop dead gorgeous and she looks really young, he will place her at her early twenties or possible, nineteen.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Knowing she couldn't be by his side anymore, Caria smiled bitterly and pressed the red button on a remote control, resolutely closing her eyes. If there was a next life, she would not sneak into the Walker residence. She would not have met Carl and fallen for him, nor would she be so afraid of dying. "Carl, it's the chief maid from the Walker residence!" Caria felt the pain of her body being dragged along the ground and heard those steady footsteps getting closer.

“It’s not your fault. It was just the life they pushed on us but it breaks me to see Elena still walking that same road.” Rob’s tone softened through the phone. “You said she was your friend?” Carol nodded. “I met her at the club where my mum left me at thirteen,” She looked down at her hands. “Sometimes leaving isn’t courage. Sometimes it’s luck and she didn’t get mine.” Luca let out a slow, frustrated breath. “I wish I could do something,” “You can’t,” Carol replied gently. “At least, not now.” Outside the window, the street looked normal again. Just cars and sunlight and people passing by but inside the room, everything felt different.

I glanced around the stream bed and noticed for the first time the protective circle that had been drawn around Riley's body, the herbs and crystals arranged in careful patterns, the candles that burned with flames that never flickered despite the night breeze. "He's not dead," the witch continued, rubbing her throat as I released her completely. "But he's close. Someone used very powerful magic to try to kill him, magic that's still working to drain his life away. I'm holding it back, but I can't do it much longer." "Who are you?" I demanded. "My name is Carol," she said. "And if you want to save this boy's life, you need to listen to me very carefully." A/N: Who remembers Carol guys?

“He is trying to give us a detailed explanation of what went on while him and his team were out protecting the likes of you. I bet you have never held a sword in your life, Elder Carlos. Have you even changed into your werewolf form before. Tell me. Have you?” “Eh..” Elder Carlos stammered. “I have my king. I transformed first when I was twenty two.” “When you were twenty two,” Xavier scoffed. “I’m only fourteen and I possess my wolf and my father’s wolf. You should be ashamed of yourself. And how did you become an Elder?” “It…it….it…was your father who appointed me, my king,” Elder Carlos stammered.

Jaxon muttered to himself. “We all do.” Jayden muttered looking down. “I haven’t even found my beloved yet. I’m only 538 years old. That’s like the equivalent of being in my early 20’s in human years. I need to make it out of here and start searching.” “Do you guys hear that?” Lord Carmykel’s son asked in a whisper looking around. “Hear what?” I asked. “Vampire ears are a little more sensitive than ours when it comes to low pitched sounds.”

Nora also moved her body, by resting on the desk. "What's happening now? Why are some people moving and why aren't some moving? What's happening to my sister?" Tessa almost cried. Another vampire who sat down close to the window stood up. He is the youngest in class, at age 16. He's very tall though. Karl is his name. "What's happening now? Mabel! Stop this nonsense at once!" Karl ordered. "I asked her to do it!" Vera snapped. "And why would you?" Connor asked, angrily and stood up.

I knew I would be doomed to pain to lay eyes on her that day. - Alpha, Carlos wants to see you - Mathias says taking me out of my thoughts I hear the door slam and look forward to see Carlos clearly irritated. - I do not wish, I will and I have to talk to him. Desire is for what you want but don't have. Carlos, if he wanted to, could already retire, he was 57 years old with his gray hair. Even we wolves having a lot of vitality our peak was in the peak of 30, depending on their way of life the slowdown of our assigned vines. Werewolves well into their 60s could not be trusted to protect pack life, even if some might still be in shape.

Time flew faster than Brandon and Sophia had thought. A few more years had passed since Caroline’s seventh birthday. “You got to be kidding me, Mom?” Calvin laughed at Sophia when she told them about werewolves and the fact that one of them could be werewolves. But Colton looked at her parent seriously. Well, he was always serious. Colton had turned eight two days ago, while Calvin had turned eight a day ago. “Sarah is a witch, and Colton or I can be a werewolf, or both can be a werewolf. Ha hah hah.” He laughed a little louder now.