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Her unwavering glare sends chills down my spine. I clear my throat. “As I was saying, Colin killed her because Kat was the witch who cursed James. She also spelled Colin into thinking she was his mate. Kat was the witch Charles has been working with. Look, I want you and my nephew to work this out. But I also want you to be happy. If you really can’t see yourself being happy as his Luna, then ignore all of us and stay here. However, if there’s the slightest chance of happiness for you, I suggest you take it.”

It's the pain no wolf wants or deserves to go through, it would have been better if the Moon Goddess had paired the both of them as mates, but she didn't. They have decided to wait till Colton's coronation ceremony to start the mating process, I don't know why they haven't mated yet because Pat has turned eighteen and I am very sure that the both of them will reject their mates as soon as meet them because they made that much clear that they don't want anyone else in their lives.

But times like this it was helpful. “Yes my father is His Grace Quentin Templeton Duke of Leeds, speaker of the house of commons and CEO of Templeton Enterprise." I said, taking my id and putting it back in my pocket. “You blokes should know better than to slander someone from such an upstanding family. I voted for his father in the last general election." the officer said. going back to the dumpster.

“There are… so many of them.” He smirked, squeezing back. “Apparently cat-shifters sell.” A group of girls waved from the front row, one of them holding a plush orange kitten. Another wore a shirt that said Team Feral Love. I burst out laughing, nerves melting just a little. Goose’s smug face stared at me from a life-sized cardboard cutout propped beside the table, complete with a sparkly collar tag that read Official Purrspiration. I pointed at it, turning to Ace. “Did you do this?”

Now, she couldn’t openly lay a hand on Elisa’s daughter. Luna Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady her emotions. Then, with a proud and imposing demeanor, she stepped toward Cara, looking down at her with disdain and said, “Still an omega. Useless, just like your mother, nothing more than a weakling to be trampled on.” Feeling the deep malice radiating from the noble woman before her, Cara instinctively tensed, her body curling slightly in a defensive posture. Her hand slipped into the leather pouch at her side, fingers grasping a small handful of fine powder.

I tell Binx. “He’s an old one.” Lucas’s eyes narrow. “Isn’t he?” “He is. And powerful.” “A black cat, though? Isn’t that a little cliché?” I smile, adjusting the strap of the plastic takeout bag on my wrist. “Maybe that’s why he picked this form.” “You called him Mr. Prickle Paws.” He raises an eyebrow, trying not to laugh over the fact a thousand-year-old dark spirit has a pet-name. “He has very sharp claws.” I look down at Binx endearingly. “And he likes it. Just like he likes the soft pink blanket at the foot of my bed, don’t you Mr. Prickle Paws?” Binx purrs in response and rubs against my ankles.

Five figures sat waiting and the grand hall suddenly felt smaller despite its massive size. Tall pillars stretched toward the ceiling, silver flames burning within iron braziers mounted along the walls. The enormous windows behind the council members cast pale light across the polished floor. And seated before me like ancient predators waiting patiently for blood were the High Council. Councilor Magnus sat in the center, his silver hair falling over dark robes embroidered with gold symbols. Age had weakened his body slightly, but not his aura. Beside him sat Councilor Selene, elegant and terrifying, her pale eyes sharp enough to cut flesh apart.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

But I must have lost my mind to think it would understand the silent threat. "I want it! I want this unicorn!" "Anya, that's not a unicorn. That's... that's a very huge dog." "But I want it! Daddy said I can take one pet I like; I want to take this one, Ate Anya, please!" Willy grimaced at me. He knew it wasn't a good idea, so I silently asked for his help. "Uh... Anya, dear, that one is not up for adoption yet. This will be your first pet, right? Why don't you look for the other cute ones in this line—"

Somehow, Lucian had either changed his personality overnight or Joanne had pressured him, because he actually started apologizing to me. He sent messages to me every single day without fail. [Lucian: The fat orange cartoon cat is really cute, but I still think our three little furballs at home are cuter. Should we get another cat to keep them company?] [Lucian: That Eastorian place is amazing. I heard the ingredients are flown in fresh from Boreas every day. We should go try it.]