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He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

Maybe I wanted to believe werewolves were good because Bradley Lightwood was one. Hannah was home but did not seem to be in the mood for conversation. It was when she asked about Zach that I remembered Emmett had left him in one of his friend’s apartments. After we returned from aunt Zora’s, Emmett and Zach had walked to a nearby apartment building but he returned alone, saying Zach was playing with his friend’s son. “Are you sure this man can take good care of a child?” Hannah yelled at him. “You don’t even know what he is. Go, and you better come back with him in one piece or I will kill you with my own two hands, Emmett Colman.”

CASSANDRA That night, I had a terrible dream. It wasn’t the first time I’d dreamt about Emmett since his death, but this one was peculiar, to say the least. In the dream, Emmett wore a long black robe with a good that mostly obscured his handsome face, though I could still see the familiar glow of his blue-green eyes. They were a strange shade, a rich teal blue with a ring of emerald around them, and in the dream, they were so bright, that it was as if they were lit from within.

His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, his voice dripping with malicious triumph. “Say hello to your parents, Emma,” Carrington whispered, his words laced with sickening glee. “You could never be the Luna because you are wolfless. But now, you will join them in death.” A wave of horror washed over Emma as Carrington plunged again the very knife she had used to end Clyde's life into her side. Agony seared through her body, each breath a struggle as darkness encroached upon her vision. In that harrowing moment, as Carrington reveled in his victory, a surge of power erupted from within him. The room trembled with its intensity, causing everyone to bow before him, their faces filled with both f

Shortly after, the huge crowd of onlookers caught up from behind. Tina, Carrie, and Evelyn did not show the slightest sign of fear when faced with a group of tall, imposing guys. They merely smirked coldly as they looked at Emmett. Tina said, "Oh, isn't this the campus heartthrob of Quintessa University? Didn't you say you're not fond of Isla? Why are you joining in this pointless hype now?" Emmett clenched his fists tight when he heard her sarcastic tone. His expression darkened instantly. "Did you guys decide to scatter these cards on your own?"

Emma, on the other hand, stared at me with her cold blue eyes. “Hello, Summer,” she started, her voice soft and sharp when I made my way towards them. “Imagine my surprise when I found out that you are dating my brother from a tabloid.” “Haha, that sounds very shocking,” I said, sitting beside Damon on the couch. “How come you both are here?” Cillian, as usual, didn’t reply. He was a man of few words. Emma narrowed her eyes at me and said, “I was going to surprise you, but you both managed to surprise me instead.”

EMMELINE They are never going to find the bodies of the men I killed on the day of my mating ceremony. Neither would they find me. My name is Emmeline Carrington, and I am King Carrington's daughter and the last female Lycan. Six Months Earlier As I stood before Jonas, my fated mate, our hands intertwined and our smiles beaming, I couldn't think of a more perfect day. It was the day of our mating ceremony, and to say that I was still in awe of everything playing out would be a sheer understatement. I just couldn't believe a day like this had finally come, that something this good, this perfect, would ever happen to a girl like me.

“You need to understand. This is crucial. I have to speak with her. I need to find out what she knows of the twilight.” Dante's brow furrows with concern. The doubt he has on the matter is etched across his face. “Salvatore, what makes you think she possesses any knowledge about the twilight?” “She is the future Luna. If any amongst the pack holds information regarding the eclipse, it would be her. I cannot afford to let any potential lead slip away,” I plead. Dante sighs, his gaze locks on mine. I do not think he is going to back down on this. “Salvatore, I understand your concern, but what makes you think these mongrels possess any information we do not have?”

If I didn't use my logic now, I would have welcomed his damn temptation. I stared at him through gritted teeth, and I looked at Emmett. The look in Emmet's eyes told him that he was really curious, and there was also some kind of defeat there. "He is Gallena's husband-to-be, my twin sister. No need to hear him, he is a scumbag. Not the good motivator you always admire." I said seriously.

He turns it around when he gets to the one he wants, and Marvel leans forward slightly in my arms to get a better view. In the picture is Ben with his arm around the girl I recognize from the contact photo on Valentine’s phone: Courtney. She is kissing the corner of his smirking mouth. There is a tank of a toddler resting on his hip, scowling at the camera. The toddler and Courtney both have flashy #TEAMEDWARD shirts on while Ben is wearing a #TEAMJACOB tee. Weird. They must be big Twilight fans.