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Brad reminded him. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" Brad shrugged. He wasn't coming up with any good ideas at the moment and it was needed. "I have an idea," Kyla announced, causing all eyes to turn to her. "Yes?" Brad asked impatiently. "I heard she was the one in charge of all the preparations for the ceremony. Who was the one in charge before?" "That'll be Alexis," Ted answered. "Is it possible to put her back in charge of the preparations? This could be as a result of a wolf being in charge of a ceremony she doesn't even understand the reason behind."

Let's hope they stay on their current path. Are you ready for Ashrac all grown up? END OF PART FOUR

"How do you do it? And what was yesterday?” "It makes it easy for me to remember things," he said without opening his eyes, raising his hand to me, "Lie with me for a while longer...” “What was yesterday, Christopher?” I asked again pushing his hand away. “My birthday,” he answered all casual placing his arms behind his head for support “Now it's up to you to answer all the questions...” “You had your birthday yesterday and you didn't tell me anything?” I said puzzled, "What are you? An Amish?”

Adrian questioned. "Apollo gave me a brief history lesson on how Crimson Clan came to be. Then, amid the history lesson, he told me an appropriate amount of your backstories, including his. Then I remember you saying that you were an underground fighter when you were around my age. So I put two and two together, and voila." "Impressive, Livia." Jack commended. "Praises for basic thinking is empty to me." Chris laughed. "You sound just like Cassian." Cassian proudly put his arm around my shoulder. "Maybe I'm rubbing off on her. We have been working closely together for some weeks now."

FORGIVE ME, FATHER, I HAVE SINNED. Marie, a newcomer to a church, is drawn to the twin priests, Father James and Father John. Her impure thoughts lead to a passionate encounter in the confessional, where the priests help her with her 'spiritual struggles' ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Marie steps into the dimly lit church, her heart racing with anticipation. It's her first time attending a service here, and she's heard rumors about the twin priests who lead the congregation.

I attempted to join in but the door was shut almost immediately. The drama only made me more curious, curious to the point that I was slowly getting obsessed over it. I grabbed my computer and ran a G****e search on it but only one article popped up. It was written by a lady over two decades back about the protectors of Aurora Town. She claimed that there was a cult in the town, a cult that was made up of the founding families. The article had a photo, a shadow of something in the woods. I couldn't tell what it was, but the shape only brought only one conclusion — a wolf. There was an address on it and my inquisitive senses wouldn't let me look the other way.

Zach said scratching his head. I did not say anything..I swear. Zach muttered, keeping an innocent face. Adrian scoffed and continued with his walk untill he was not seen again. Now.. tell us about the mysterious woman. Chad said as he sat down. He can still hear us from there remember. Zach whispered as he grimaced. Just tell us about her. Isaac growled with impatience. Patience brother.... patience. Chad chuckled. According to the prophetess..what was her name again? Zach kept a baby face.

The bar had Ralph's bar boldly written at the front, just above the door. I walked in and was immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and vomit. There was loud music coming from the large speakers placed in the four corners of the room. I walked to the bar and one of the bartenders asked me what I wanted to drink. "Whisky, please," I replied. He stared weirdly as he provided me with the drink. I thought he would have recognized me if he was at the funeral a week ago. A large bearded man sat to my left, "he must be the bouncer," I thought to myself.

He grunted loudly in pain as Giovanni patted his shoulders. Alessio walked into his office to see a strange parcel on his table, he scrutinized it for some minutes. He had never seen it before, the seal looked strange too. He picked it up bravely, tearing the parcel to pick out a letter with ink, he slowly opened it and blood drained from his face as he read through the content. “L'orologio sta ticchettando. sei il prossimo.” It was written in Italian. His hands shook as he stared at the paper in his hands. Who had sent this? What did this mean?