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Talon growled as I tried to boil down the whirlpool in my head and chest down to such basic notions. Also, I lied to my father just now. I have been to see the Fates, of course I have. I went soon after Freya last year. She had cried in her room for weeks after hers. When she wouldn’t tell me why I went for myself, to a different village back then, she definitely gets about. I couldn’t understand how a riddle from a shrivelled old woman could turn your world upside down. How wrong I was. That old crone Padgett told me I would die before I turn twenty-one. That’s in two months.

He saw Rula in her usual solitude. Rula turned her head. She smiled sweetly to welcome Xabar's arrival. Xabar walked with a limp as his legs began to weaken. Xabar is older than a senior citizen. "Are your legs getting better?" asked Arula, approaching her. She allowed Xabar to sit on the sofa. "Should I call the doctor again?" Xabar smiled. "My legs can't be as strong as before, Luna." He chuckled. "For a werewolf, getting old is a time of less regeneration."

I somehow found myself reading back this book to try and get myself back into the story to get the motivation to write more of the sequel and it was shocking how many times I cringed reading this book back! I do forget that I finished Shy when I was 16 years old. Six years on, I think it's finally time to rewrite and update this book so I can read it without cringing so horribly at 16 year old me. I hope by rewriting this it will get me back into the story and I can continue to write more updates for Defeated. In the meantime, enjoy the rewritten version of Shy called 'Shy (Rewritten)'! It will be updated bit by bit and will not be uploaded all at once! But I hope you like it!

Viggo's mind went blank for a moment until he swallowed and refocused on saving Karina. Viggo ran again, but the pace of his steps slowed. His vision began to blur, and his balance wavered. Viggo's memory of the event from 500 years ago repeated itself. Viggo had to run to avoid the fire, as it was the weakness number 2 for the werewolf race, known for their longevity and rapid regenerative abilities. Fragments of Viggo's memory began to vividly appear, as if reliving the events from 500 years ago, which Viggo had struggled to forget to avoid leaving emotional scars. But who would have thought that this current incident would bring back those painful memories for Viggo.

Just as I was about to leave, she grabbed my wrist tightly. Cherry glared at me and spat, "Don't think I don't know you're just playing hard to get. Everyone else has already done it, so you have to do it too!" At that, my classmates all swarmed me and pinned me down. They started pushing the overly used syringe closer and closer to my vein. Cherry stood off the side, looking indifferent. "If you keep disobeying me like this, don't expect me to ever forgive you." Watching the needle draw nearer, I thrashed around and resisted with everything I had.

She was the oldest member of the Pack Council and the only one who truly understood the old magic of the mate bond. Her cottage was small and smelled of dried lavender and bitter herbs. When she opened the door, her eyes, cloudy with age, fixed on me instantly. "You look like a shadow, Eleanor," she said, her voice like rustling leaves. "Come in." I sat at her wooden table. My hands were shaking. "Hagar, I can't do this anymore. The bond... it’s killing me. Every time he chooses her, it feels like a dagger in my ribs." Hagar sighed, pouring me a cup of dark tea. "The mate bond is a gift from the Moon Goddess, child. It is not easily broken."

A werewolf with such dark magic in its veins that it could control our kind, even rogues, and fill the world with shadow and plague and war. But it was just a story. A tale to keep children from wandering in the darkness at night. “I wanted Nightcrest to be the greatest pack there ever was,” Marcus continued. “So I carefully cultivated a relationship between my son and Zoe in the hopes that their child, the heir to Nightcrest, would become the powerful Black Wolf of legend. “But… thanks to this one,” he said, flashing me an evil little sneer, “Noah kept avoiding Zoe. Even cutting the mate bond and plying him with scopolamine to erase Hannah from his memory wasn’t enough to keep the lovebirds

Transformation is hard on the body and the older a werewolf gets the harder it becomes. That means my father is going to try and fight dirty. He will make the pack question my leadership. He might not have sway with the younger generation, but the older generation he certainly could sway since they are already not entirely thrilled with some of the changes. I know that there is a handful not happy that I’ve accepted Wren as my goddess-given mate which makes me wonder if mates being rejected in mass is how the whole fated mates don’t exist thing got started.

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean, he looks younger, but I’m going to with a solid 28.” “He’s 36.” His eyes bulged out of his head, “What?!” “A perk of being a werewolf is that our advanced regeneration means that our bodies don’t age the same as humans.” He groaned, “Oh, now you’ll be young and powerful for like, ever.” I howled with laughter and shook my head as he teased me for being with someone who was 12 years my senior. While Gabe teased me, I couldn’t help but think about how devoted Alexander was to me, and it made me smile.

She looked back at me one last time, that fake pity plastered back on her face. "I’m so sorry, Naomi," she sobbed. "I tried." They all walked away. The entire school left me lying there in the mud. I tried to move, but my body felt like it was made of lead. Every breath was a struggle, and I could feel the cold mud soaking into my clothes. I was twenty-one years old. In this world, that was the end of the line. If you had not shifted by your twenty-first birthday, you were an anomaly, a dud. Tomorrow was graduation.