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Dare raised an eyebrow and glanced at the bandages that covered her entire arm from just above the elbow to her wrist and the other shoulder. "How are your injuries faring?" He questioned. She smiled at him sadly and shook her head. "They are healing," She assured. Dare frowned. Her face suddenly softened. "Don't worry, Dare. They will mend, just as they always do," Dare sighed heavily, knowing she was right. "Do you think he still remembers me as his mother?" "I have heard that there isn't very much he remembers," Dare started tentatively. "But, I am certain when he begins to remember, he will surely remember you. You're his mother, he loves you."

"Imagine being able to travel anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye. It would be amazing." I nodded, still smiling. "Interesting choice,” I said. "Okay so, now it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" Ava grinned. "Dare," she said. "Bring it on." I thought for a moment. "Okay, I dare you to run as far as you can into the sand and then stop on a dime and do a cartwheel." Ava's eyes lit up at the dare. "You're on… but I haven't done a cartwheel in years."

she declared, grabbing my wrist before I could object. They were seated in a circle, not far from where we originally sat. Nathan had no choice but to join us. I whispered to Nora. “What's a T or D?” “Short for Truth or Dare,” she said. The rules were simple. Answer the question… or do the dare. And if you refused, you finish one bottle of alcohol. “Let the game begin,” someone said, lifting a bottle with a grin.

Freddie gasped. "I'm dead serious," Amanda said proudly. "God! We need to be careful around this girl," Rex clutched his chest like he was wounded. We all burst into laughter again. "My turn!" Gwen said, grabbing the bottle. She spun, and it landed on her and Craig. Craig grinned. "Jackpot!" "Truth or D-" "With you? It's always a Dare," he cut in with a wink. Gwen giggled. "Alright, I dare you to make out with me."

A fucking dare, the glint in her eyes made me realize how serious she is. "Fuck me! Yes! This is a dare, fuck me. Let's see how good you think you are, let's see if you are going to be addictive. Of course you can never be addictive, it is just going to be just once and nothing else. Let's see who loses."

After all of our time together at school and with the team, we were all easily relaxed with each other. As the night wore on, Rebecca suggested the cliche of truth or dare. No one complained so I added in a few extra rules: all dares must be inside the house; the person who was dared could issue a challenge and make the person who issued the dare complete it first and afterward, the person who dared had to complete the dare; and failure or refusal by either party would result in a consequence agreed upon by all the rest of us. Everyone agreed on these rules. I volunteered to go first and picked "truth" to start us out slow and easy.

Chapter 3 There were murmurs of agreement around the circle, someone placed an empty bottle in the center of our circle. "I will go first." A guy with dark hair and tattoos running up his arm reached forward and spun the bottle. It rotated several times before slowing down and finally pointing to a girl with red hair and freckles. "Truth or dare, Megan?" She barely hesitated. "Dare." "I dare you to take off your bra without taking off your dress and hand it to someone in the circle."

I was afraid, scared even. No, I was terrified of what he was capable of, I mean this is Darren Knight that I'm dealing with. The Darren Knight. The only rogue Alpha in the history of werewolves. You don't get the title of a rogue Alpha by playing Monopoly and Scrabble every Thursday night over a tube of vanilla ice cream.

Camila corrects. “Yes, your team’s design is more competent. The interior is amazing. Your airbag design makes a lot safer for passengers. The odometry is far more sensitive to the obstacle and possible traffic collisions. What my team likes more is the mobile application. Your live stream coverage, alarm, and fingerprint scanner to avoid cars from being stolen are all in one app. How excellent is that? We’re glad you came to us. Congratulations, Mrs. Hughes!” “Thank you so much!” “Mr. Hughes, you should be proud of your wife.”

It made a pathetic half-rotation and stopped, pointing at Rue. Rue uncurled slightly from her fetal position. Her eyes were red-raw. “Truth or Dare, Rue?” Debby asked, her voice a hollow echo. Rue looked at Debby, at her own fellow victim. There was no malice there, only shared wreckage. “Dare,” Rue whispered. Perhaps after her truth, an action, any action, was preferable. Debby thought for a long moment. The dare she finally spoke was not cruel. It was a cry for connection from the depths of loneliness. “I dare you… to come hold me.”