Novel & Cerita Erina Soma

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Erika's POV I stood under a tree, my sharp eyes scanning all the soldiers on the field. A hundred strong warriors were fighting each other fiercely. Each one was using a weapon that I had designed for them. Yes, this was my gift. As a young girl who had just turned eighteen, I looked like the thinnest and weakest one on the training ground. However, if anyone took me lightly for that, they would pay dearly. Not only was I the Gamma of the Fly Rock Pack, a genius at fighting, but I was also the arsenal of this pack. I could summon any weapon I wanted effortlessly.

she annouced refereing yo me. My cheeks heat up in embarssmemt as I struggle to . Sage’s Mum send a knowing look. Oh crap! ••• I stood before the floor-length mirror in my room, mesmerized by the stunning dress draped across my body. Sage had sent it to me earlier that morning, with a note. The gown was a masterpiece. Silk or satin, I couldn't tell, but it shimmered in the light, accentuating every curve I possessed. The fitted bodice highlighted my waist, cinching in just the right places. The skirt fell in soft folds around my legs, the hem grazing my ankles.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

She couldn't have been older than seventeen, eyes open in horror from the wound that had split nearly half of her head. I had approached at the right time, missing nothing as the three young people standing around the body began to speak. I noticed instantly that one was the Game Master. In every memory or version magic conjured up of him, he was always cloaked. From the hair of spun gold and eyes of the clearest waters, I recognized the second person as Nadia. Her hands were brought up to her mouth, and diamond tears trickled down the soft panes of her rosy cheeks.

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he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

And then at last she came to Zen and scouted between me and him. "I missed you brother", she said cheerfully in nihongo. Zen smiled back at her. "And you must be the boyfriend" she looked towards me. Pulling me into an unexpected hug. "By the way Iam Erina Kirishima", she said forwarding her hand towards me for a handshake. "Nice to meet you Erina. I am Haru Salvador", I answered. "I know. I am a big fan of your mother Sakura Salvador" she said excited. "I've always wanted to know, what kind of person could that be who could melt my brother's ice cold heart" she said eyeing at her brother.

His eyes open but are empty. Jason’s throat closed. “Erina… what did you do?” Erina stood a few feet away, her chest rising and falling like she had run miles. Her fingers twitched, faint stripes of red light still pulsing through her veins from the wave of power that had just erupted from her. Her face was pale, but eerily composed; her eyes were hollow, and her lips were pressed tight, as if holding back something. Fear, fury, or satisfaction. Maybe all three.