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~2 Days Ago~ “Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked. Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike.

He had to stop his friend Using his vamp speed, he rushed to Samson, blocking his path and lifting a hand to stop him. Samson paused so as not to Hurt his friend, but he still looked determined to fulfill his mission. "Get out of my way, Mark." he said. His eyes had turned red, and his nostrils flared. There were veins around him eyes and a visible vein throb on his forehead. His fangs were protruding from his mouth. Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. Giving him a deadly, monstrous look. "Get out of my way Mark!" Samson repeated. The tightness in the face stretched into a snarl but Mark would let him pass.

Max is scrolling the group chat for updates when a message from Zen popped up. Zen: HELP Zen: fashion mall Zen: gang Zen: fight Zen is in trouble. His brows furrowed at the peculiar messages, confused he turned to the others. "Devon," he showed Devon the message, while Dex, Lucas, and Vasti checked their phones as well. "Let's go" Devon swiftly stood up and walked towards the door ahead of everyone. However, they were not able to follow suit when their steps halted to check another notification that popped up. "Zen: Bienley with us"

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

“It’s the glee club committee.” “Lucy! Hi!” Martine bubbled. She was, Michael seemed to remember, like this all the time. The term bubbly blonde had been invented for her. Unfortunately, dumb blonde also fitted her perfectly. A little shorter than Lucy, she was no less attractive, with ample breasts and a trim figure. As with most of the cheerleading squad, she had long legs.

“But Reginald can be your friend at least, right?” She was pensive for a moment, before a front-teeth-missing grin broke out on her face. “That's true. I'll ask him tomorrow. You're the best mommy.” I gave her my signature funny cute face, and we both broke out in a fit of giggles. The next thirty minutes was spent with Kayla telling me about a cartoon she watched yesterday, and the next was spent on Ariana Grande. We spent the last thirty minutes listening and singing along to her music, and then finally pulled up at my office.

In that unspoken exchange, they draw strength from each other, their love serving as an unbreakable bond. Liam's voice cuts through the chaos, his tone a fierce battle cry. "Protect our pack! Stand your ground!" The clash of fur and fang fills the night as the Red Teary Moon Pack fights valiantly, defending their territory with unwavering determination. The forest reverberates with the sounds of snarls, the thundering of paws, and the echoes of battle cries. Emotions run high as the pack members unleash their primal instincts, their loyalty to one another binding them in a fierce unity. They fight for their lives, for the bonds they have forged, and for the hope of a future free from the sha

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

I picked it up slowly, unfolded it, and the moment I recognized the handwriting my entire body went cold. I knew that careful, looping script anywhere. I'd seen it on supply lists and chore assignments for three years, always given to me with a smile sharp enough to cut. Tyla's handwriting. The note was short. Four words, written with the same casual cruelty I remembered from every interaction I'd ever had with her. THIS ISN’T OVER, FATSO! My hand started shaking before I even realized it. I looked around the room slowly, at the windows I hadn't checked, at the door I hadn't locked, at the warm and beautiful space someone had just turned into something that felt violated in seconds.

“No fanboying. No fangirling. No fox-spiriting. Be normal.” Normal. As if that had ever worked.