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“Their parents tried to keep them safe, but there was little to nothing they could do as the final say was on the council. After lots of pleading from the Queen, they decided to spare their lives and the unborn child, but… they placed a curse on this unborn child, and banished them from the kingdom.” “The time of delivery came, and Jessica gave birth to a normal child. Her and Anomander were happy that the curse didn’t come to pass and that their love prevailed. Everything seemed fine, until their child’s first transformation after his eighteenth birthday. They expected a normal wolf, but they saw a red-furred wolf, driven by rage and thirst to kill… The curse wasn’t gone after all. It was r

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Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

Broken, manic. "See? They're scared. They actually are scared!" Every pursuit, every hunt just proved his story. And he knew he was holding the one card that could flip the whole game. In some underground hideout, he burned the last of his cash at a black market stall, buying a ripped map and a cursed compass that practically oozed doom. The map pointed to a place even S-rank bosses avoided—the Abyss of Mist. The compass? A forbidden relic called Fate's Compass. One-time use. Drag any target straight to you. The cost? Insane.

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba

The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice of the True Luna can break the cycle of death. My pulse quickened, each beat echoing in my ears as I stared at the prophecy’s final lines. The Blood of the Forsaken. The Betrayer’s line. It all pointed to something darker, something that had been festering in the shadows for generations. “What is this?” I muttered, my voice trembling as I tried to make sense of the ancient text. “What does it mean?” Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart leaped into my throat as I spun around, stuffing the scroll into my jacket.

Squeezing my phone and gnashing my teeth, "Who sent me this?" "Is this a joke?" "Why would someone send me this ugly joke today?" I questioned all my bridesmaids as my eyes turned into flames. While rubbing my back, Lydia pulled the phone off my hand and whispered in a shaky voice, "Lexy..., this ain't a joke." "This picture was uploaded about an hour ago." "Take a closer look, besty," said Lydia frantically. "Damn it, Lydia, don't you dare calm me right now. I want to know whoever sent me this deadbeat joke," I said furiously, snatching the phone off Lydia's hands.

Even his grandfather Gregory, who liked me most, had patted my hand and said, “Quinn, are you short on money? I’ll give you more. You just need to learn how to be the future Luna of the Graysons.” And over time… I believed them. I stopped trying for anything else— and poured all of myself into loving Caleb. When I left the pack house, I took nothing. Not even the money Gregory had offered me. I rented a small one-bedroom apartment with what I’d secretly earned working part-time in college, hiding it from them all. Ethan must have seen the place— and that was why he made his offer. Joining the Blackwood Pack was an opportunity I had no reason to refuse.

In the end, the Knapps had no choice but to send her to a care facility for lifelong supervision. Daniel felt nothing when he heard the news. He drifted through his days in a haze, doing nothing but drink and smoke. His room was littered with beer bottles and cigarette butts. He quit his job, cut off his friends, and locked himself inside an apartment, refusing to see anyone. He often woke up drenched in a cold sweat, haunted by my face, my voice, and our past together. "I was wrong, Bella. Please come back…" But no matter how much he pleaded, he would never see me again.