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I looked at him in disbelief. “No. Wait, there’s more.” Jax flipped the page over then wrote the same big letters going down the side again. “F stands for Face. E stands for Everything. A stands for And. R stands for Rise.” He paused to looked up at me. “So when you are in fear of something, you have a choice to make. You can either forget everything and run or face everything and rise above it.” “So I need to choose whether I want to run from my father, which would be for the rest of my life and always having to look over my shoulder, or I can stand up and face him.” I said mulling over this explanation that my mate just gave me.

Lanna says aghast at the sight before her, Acre is shaking all over, ready to transform and I'm ready to jump straight into the fight. "Wait" both me and Acre turn on Gregory for suggesting something so stupid "Pease, just wait..... look," he says pointing to the girls, we both turn and I see my mate start turning on the spot whilst her sister had thrown her arms and head back as if talking to the sky, I'm momentarily confused until a sharp wind whips at me and I feel something hitting my face when I pat my hand to my cheek I realize it is sand that's blasting against me,

(Arjun is standing behind you. "Fanculo" (Fuck). Myra didn't expect Arjun to show up in the middle of the conversation. She should have talked in Italian only to avoid such situations. Lily is not an Italian. She is Spanish so mostly they don't use Italian while talking. She never felt that much embarrassment in her life. She slowly turned her head and put a small smile on her lips just to lighten the situation. Arjun understood the situation and grabbed a seat near her and gave a big smile.

Chapter 71 Raven sat in silence at the far end, wrapped in a dark cloak that hid the faint curve of her belly. The war table gleamed beneath torchlight; a map of the Northern Realms sprawled across it, punctured by blades marking borders, pins marking armies. Axel stood at the table’s head, his voice low but sharp as he addressed the gathered council of wolves. “Two months of rebuilding,” he began, “and now we have news of Lyandra’s banner flying over the Frostmarch. If we wait, she’ll come to us stronger than ever. We can’t afford that.”

I needed to find a way to gain the upper hand, to use my strengths to my advantage. As I circled around Leah, I noticed a weak spot in her defense. She was leaving her left side open, and I knew that I could exploit it. I took a deep breath, focusing all my energy on the fight. With a swift and precise movement, I struck at Leah's exposed side, my claws extended and ready to tear her apart. But Leah was quick, and she managed to dodge most of the blow. Still, I managed to graze her side, and she let out a pained growl as she stumbled back.

"Please, Elijah, try to understand my point. What you want is not possible." "If I'm not answering, then you should know I'm not interested in conversation. Do I need to teach you basic manners?" Tears filled her beautiful cat-like eyes, sparkling like diamonds. "I'm sorry," She apologized in her broken tone. She sounded defeated and helpless. Whatever they fought must be something big, but who cares? Before Elijah could say anything, Kendell's phone rang. She grabbed the phone from the table which was lying beside her breakfast plate before checking the collar ID.

Just as everyone had almost come together, a conserved plan for a re-union came into play. The plan as expected was fully masterminded by the great Clinton. Clinton of reconciliation, he was definitely so eager and determined to make both ends meet as it may lead to the comfortability of everyone among them. Michelle was a hard nut to crack. Remember, the previous time, Clinton pleaded with Ekaris to at least help him talk to his sister. It wasn't even for his own selfish reason if at all there was any, it was actually for the well being and togetherness of all. Ekaris did talked to his sister in a way that was so understanding.

I closed my eyes but never slept because all I could see was those deep black eyes that were darker than the universe. Days passed. We began to organise our team. We filled in all the documents and sheets that were given by the headboard. Chris was a technology expert. So things, we're easier for us. We also learned a lot about Camp Atlantis. This was not a mere teenage camp, it was a camp to train secret agents against illegal activists!!! This week completely changed our lives. We went for the lectures of the headboard to learn its history. We were trained with Marshall arts which we girls were weak. But to our consent, Jake was selected as the top warrior of the batch.

Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his. “So, ‘F’ stands for Friend.” He said flexing my thumb towards the inside of my palm. “Hmhm…” I hummed. “L for Love.” This time he flexed my index finger. “A for affection.” He went to my middle finger. I was watching him quietly as he bent my fingers one by one almost making them a fist. “E denotes Enemy,” he said flexing my pinky after skipping a finger. “What? I am your enemy?” I asked him pouting.