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Purple strands went flying towards the mountains where the rest of the dragon shifter tribes lived. Pieces of the orb fell to the ground, igniting the wood around Mortus. His screams of pain had my eyes pulled to him. Both my dragon and I watched in as Mortus’ body turned black and slowly to ash. His screams ceased as his torso crumbled. Shaking his head, he let one more word escape his lips, “beloved.” Scorpia fell to the ground, grabbing her chest. Clawing at her heart, a warrior came to her side, rolling her on her back. “Leave me!” she cried out. Her wings fell back into her body, screaming.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 29✨ . ✨Semi-Finale✨ . 🔞🔞🔞 😎Reece😎 She land back on the bed with as I laid on top of her staring into her beautiful eyes.

I could only emit muffled, panicked cries against his palm. Jake ignored the pure hatred in my eyes and kept talking. "On top of that, Jessica ran up millions in gambling debts with loan sharks. Brenda stole money from me just to bail her out. "Instead of being grateful, Jessica has been slandering her name. I know you think she's a good kid, but you need to see her true colors. "She'll stab her best friend in the back today. Who knows who she'll drag down with her tomorrow? You guys should watch your backs."

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

he said. He then asked, “What were you hoping to find in these documents?” “Sightings, quarrels, anything that might lead me to where the rebels might be hiding.” With a snap of his fingers, Denis signalled the two guards to come over. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a key from his key chain to open the many locks on the chest. The guards placed the chest at the center of the table, and Denis opened the lid, revealing hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny scrolls that looked like carrier messages. This would be a waste of time since we already knew where the rebellion was. Xander had only used that excuse to get us into the Arcane Library.

“If they take it, they cut off the mainland. We have to hold this position until the rebel cell arrives.” The rebellion had formed faster than they expected. Humans who had resisted the initial conversion wave were organizing—small cells armed with whatever they could salvage, using fire and EMP devices scavenged from old military caches. Alex and Damian had become symbols for them: the collared pair who had survived the Matriarch, the Cradle, the temporal rifts, and now the invasion itself. A hybrid pack surged toward their building. Damian opened fire—controlled bursts dropping three before they reached the stairs. Alex joined him, the recoil sending fresh jolts through his pregnant body.

That was the Sacred Spring. Ryan stopped at the edge of the pool and removed his heavy leather armor and outer garments. Moonlight spilled through a crack in the ceiling of the cavern, illuminating the hideous scars on his back. They were marks left by his own claws. He must have sustained those scars when spiraling out of control during toxic flare-ups. "This is your last chance to back out, Alice. Once the sacrifice begins, it can't be stopped. Your wolf will be torn apart to guide the toxins out from my marrow. This process is extremely painful."

I held the exile order in my hand and turned to leave this disgusting place. However, before I could step out the main doors, someone called out to me from behind. It was Hunter’s Beta. “Leia, you’re not planning to just walk away like this, are you?” He was holding a small potion, and the smile on his face was lewd and sinister. “You were an outsider to begin with. You stayed in our pack for so long and even used improper means to seduce the Alpha. I’m sure you’ve learned quite a bit about our pack’s internal matters by now.”

Leo had set up a private studio for me, filled with the best canvases, paints, and brushes. It was my heaven. "A package arrived for you," a maid said, knocking on the door. "There's no name, but…" I took the package, my heart starting to beat a little too fast. Inside was a painting. My mother's portrait. It was a perfect copy. So perfect it was a lie. A beautiful, dead thing. Tucked inside was a note. Just two words and an initial. [I'm sorry. —D]

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.