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Eасh іѕ рhоtоgrарhеd as I dеѕсrіbе again аnd again whаt hарреnеd. I’m tіrеd аnd thе tеаrѕ аrе dry on my face with makeup. Mу thrоаt hurtѕ whеrе hіѕ hands bruised mе, аnd ѕuddеnlу I dоn’t fееl ѕо tough at аll. Sоbbіng, I соvеr mу face. I don’t wаnt hеr tо ѕее mе сrу, but ѕhе just lауѕ a glоvеd hаnd оn my bасk аnd lets mе sob. [Next POV will be from 'Blake' in Chapter 4]

C H A P T E R 4 3 : A T T E M P T S T O R E G A I N O N E ' S L O S T M E M O R Y J A V I E R S U M M E R S

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And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

She closed her eyes, the cold seeping deeper, the hunger a constant companion. Then her ears caught a sound first, like a distant promise—slow, deliberate footsteps echoing down the damp corridor. Her heart stuttered. She thought it was Odessa again, bringing the daily torment disguised as food. Today, her pride was gone and it didn’t matter. If the Beta spat in the porridge, poured dirt into it, or kicked it across the floor, Scarlett would still eat. She would crawl through the bars and lick the stone clean if that was what it took.

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

Chapter 49 deals with grief, loss, and one final rescue attempt END OF CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

They immediately went up to her and picked her up from the ground, asking her if she was alright. Vivian had tears in her eyes. "I'll be fine. It's not Irene's fault. I was just too clumsy and tripped over nothing. Please don't blame Irene for it." Her words only stoked their anger. "Irene Sherman! How could you be such a vicious bitch?" Mom yelled at me in disappointment. "You've disappointed me!" I ignored them completely and began eating all the persimmons on the ground. Then, I turned around to face them and calmly said, "I've finished the persimmons. That means I can leave now, right?"

Chapter 78: Fiona’s POV I woke up with a slight headache— the one that made me feel like I wasn't complete. The sun was abnormally Bright today. The scorching type. I stood up from my bed roll. .. These sounds of life were sinking into my soul as I slowly walked through the living body of the forest. I stood in the clearing and absorbed it all: the sound of birds chirping somewhere high in the canopy, the gentle ruffling of leaves carried by the wind, the quiet whispers of my people as they walked between the shadows. They weren’t ordinary wolves. No, these were the outcasts, the broken, the ones who’d been kicked out of their packs or had nowhere else to turn. We were a quilt of scars and p

Cassian gets out of the wagon at that point, taking the lantern with him, and Halvard follows, and neither of them says goodnight, and I have never been more grateful to two men in my life. We come down out of the north for another four days. I want to put down what those days were actually like, because the account has gone very grim, and they were not. We come out of the snow on the fourth of them. That is the first thing. There is a morning where the road is mud instead of white, and there is a smell coming off the ground, and three hundred women stop dead in their tracks without anybody giving an order, and Ingrid says, in the middle of the road, to nobody, "It is turned earth," and sits