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One devastatingly sorrowful howl. It sounded like whoever made the noise was mortally wounded, heartbroken even. I hoped beyond hope that it wasn't a sign of Pip's demise and was almost relieved when I heard another second howl, the sound completely different from the first. It went on like that, another and another joining until there were so many I could no longer distinguish between them. The sound sent chills down my spine and filled my heart with sorrow. I knew what it meant. I could feel their pain in the wind. One of them was dead, and they were mourning the loss. I didn't know what to think. All I could do was pray that I could sense Pip, but there was still nothing. The nothingness

His lilac irises flared, burning so brightly that they nearly swallowed the whites of his eyes. “A Lunairs heir can’t speak? Unbelievable!” he growled, his voice shaking with disbelief and anger. “A Silver Wolf cannot be mute.” His power slammed into the air like a physical force. He commanded. “Speak! It’s your elder’s order!” A hot surge ignited in my chest, like it was something unlocking, tearing through me with molten force. My throat constricted so hard that I clawed at it instinctively. A faint shiver swept over me as my lips parted, a tiny voice slipping out of them in a shaky whisper.

The kiss became intense, he pinned me down and then his lips went to my neck. "Have I told you how good your blood smells." His eyes were red. "Y- you can drink from me, just a little though." He brought his lips to mine and gave me another kiss, this time was a sweet kiss. "You're too sweet and kind." He smiled. "I won't drink from you. I'm in control." I smiled. We sat properly and then I asked, "Can you sing something?" "Let's go with a beautiful lullaby, my dad sang this to me before bed when I was a kid." He grabbed the acoustic guitar he brought and started to sing.

How come he was on the path we diverted to and not where the sound was coming from? “You whistle very loudly,” Kimi said, the words I was thinking. I turned to her. She had her eyes on him as though she could see through him. “It’s a fine skill. My Alpha taught us, and you both fell for it,” Kimi met my eyes. “It’s called an inverted whistle. The technique makes my whistling sound on the opposite side of where I’m standing,” that made sense. But was it okay for him to share something like that? “Are you both okay?” Kimi and I nodded.

he said as I was putting down the plates filled with banana and kamotecue on the cocktail table. “You are my destiny~” Mich started singing while eating her food. “Chiiii! Just get out if you'll just going to push and ship me off to someone again,” I warned her and she just showed me a peace sign. “Be like me. Be silent and just eat. If Maesea gets mad, we might not get the chance to eat and ask questions, haist...” “So when will you move out—ouch!” Clint hit Huxley due to his question. “She just got here and you're asking her that?” Levine asked with an earnest tone and an uncomic facial expression.

She could only imagine how destructive their wings could b- "Twinkle, Twinkle, little star~!" Kiran gasped and snapped her head toward the nests in front of her. She found Noorh already sneaking into the first nest, right behind a squealing hatchling. Noorh must have thrown the orb on the nest, breaking the glass and releasing the soundwaves it captured. What Kiran didn't know was that her voice would be amplified to the point that the entire mountain seemed to grumble in distaste at the sound of her screeching falsetto. She couldn't believe hearing her voice echoing against the pained shrieks of giant baby snakes was going to be more embarrassing than singing solo in Music class. Kiran winc

’ Like the fool that I was, asking no questions and always giving all the time. I almost jumped, startled as Remy started to whistle slowly next to me. It was a nice tune but creepy at the same time. How to whistle such a beautiful melody. Intent with a message but feels wrong. It felt like musical instruments had been violated. A whistle was not supposed to sound that good.

“I’ll have to call them on the way-” Hollis used two fingers from her free hand to whistle loudly, which startled Whitney into silence. Once she had her attention, she jangled her trapped wrist animatedly with a sarcastic grin. “Slow your roll, sweetheart. I don’t want to meet your parents dragging this hunk of furniture behind me. Now if you don’t mind?” ******************** | Hollis |

I wanna cuddle you all night and make love to you baby until you are fully satisfied. My heart threatened to rip off from my chest when his whistle grew louder indicating I was getting closer to him. Finally, my feet were stationed and I could feel the tight grips of both the maids slipping loose. "Uh-" I gasped and squirmed when I felt a cold hand brushing against my arm. I trembled when I heard a spine-chilling whisper into my ear. Fuck! He had the guts to get so close to me. "Isn't this song called Love Me To The Fullest from Athena Rose?" He questioned.

“…I don’t know… the lyrics?” “NO. Don’t be a dumbass, Blondie. Whistle me something by the Sex Pistols.” “I don’t know any Sex Pistols songs.” “Jesus Christ, fuckin’ kids these days… whistle me part of ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit.’” “I can’t whistle.” “Well fuckin’ hum it, then!” I hummed a few bars of the chorus of Nirvana’s biggest hit. “Well, Blondie, you might not be able to blow worth a damn, but at least you can give a hummer,” she smirked. “Derek must be happy about that.”