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“Matters of the heart can only be handled by following the heart and not the head, but that's ok. That’s how it's meant to be.” “Even when it seems to be a little dumb?” “Even then.” Charlie reached over and hugged him. “Thanks Jake, what would I ever do without you?.” “Nothing.” They both laughed. Who knew Jake could be so good at pep talk Charlie wondered. Charlie felt really thankful for the friend she had in her life. They made their way to the parking lot, said their goodbyes and Charlie walked over to where her car was parked. “Stay out of trouble, but call me if you eventually get into one.”

Charlie asked as he placed his sunglasses on the top of his head and grabbed a bottle of water from the centre console cup holder, “The Pride we are going to meet, the leader is an old friend, we haven’t spoken in a while and we didn’t leave each others company on great terms,” the Panther explained, not on great terms? what an understatement, Sarah told Valaria if she ever returned to Nevada she would be strung up by the neck and used as a chew toy for feral Panthers, all down to one small indiscretion, “What did you do?” Lucy asked as she sat up and grabbed a cigarette from Charlie's breast pocket,

EMBER “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.” “Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.

I tell Dakoda and Mac. “We just need Charlie," Dakoda says, taking out her phone and texting someone. “What are you doing?" Mac whispers. “Texting Charlie to come over." “Don't you dare, Dakoda Savage." “What is it that Mac doesn't want Dakoda to do?" Kai whispers in my ear. Oh man, he's so close, I have goosebumps all over. Why did I let Dakoda and Makenzie put that idea in my head? “Dakoda is texting Charlie to come over and hang out with us," I say breathlessly.

"Yes, after this chemotherapy, it's all over. All that's left is to rest and recuperate." "Tabitha's won't trouble others for long. As soon as she feels a bit better, she'll leave. Keep a close eye on the surroundings of the villa." "Understood, Alpha Derek. Are you going there?" Derek had been back in Seattle for half a year. Previously, he had been low-key and never participated in any activities. Instead, he now attended business and charity events every now and then. He even established a charity fund to help cancer patients, assisting many who were sick and without money.

Determination settled on his face. Charlie was in his fifties, perpetually tired, and had the emotional range of a man who had seen too much and cared too little. He marched straight toward Derek’s booth. “Oh no,” I whispered. “Oh yes,” Mia whispered back, grinning and settling in for the show. Charlie stopped in front of Derek and cleared his throat. Nothing. I nearly choked. “I’m Charlie. I run this place.” Mia actually did choke — on a laugh. Derek finally looked up, most likely because he heard us. “Derek Blackwell,” he said, taking pity on our manager.

I emphasized on his name as I stared at the only blue-eyed devil that knew how to put up a good show. “Charlie! So good to hear you’re in Hawaii and you brought guests from the Wolfe family. I never knew I’d be alive to witness the day Charlie Griffin finds another man especially a werewolf. What will it be next? A human? Hunter?” Derek asked as he sipped his drink softly. “You should be careful with what you say around me Derek. Words can hurt deeply especially when it’s been forced out of a person.” I threatened as he laughed heartily. “This is exactly why I like you Charlie, it’s so sad you don’t love me we would have made quite a pair but it’s for a good reason. Is that Elijah Wolfe?” De

boyish. "You're late." He said simply, handing out the sheet to her which she happily collected. "Charlie broke down." She whispered, ignoring the deadpan look he shot her. Just as she was about to walk away, she saw his mouth move discreetly, 'Good luck.' A huge smile rose on her lips and she skidded to her spot, settling beside Jason. Derek was quick to take the space beside her, nudging her with his elbow, "Was it just me or did I just see our professor wishing you luck?"

After saying that, Charlie said to Porter, “Porter, I’m leaving. Take him to Syria in secret and take good care of him there. Don’t let anyone outside of the core members of Ten Thousand Armies find out about his existence.” Porter nodded without hesitation and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wade. I will make all the arrangements!” Charlie looked at the man again and asked, “What’s your name?” The man said with a grateful expression, “Mr. Wade, my name is 547!” Charlie asked, “How do you spell it?”

he answered. "Hello, yourself, you son of a bitch! What the hell is your lazy ass doing, all retired like some fucking geezer?!" Charlie shouted into the phone. "Nice to hear from you, old man!" Luke grinned at the slightly inebriated voice of his old friend. Good old Charlie, sounding drunk already at, what time was it? Shit, it was already 2:00 in the afternoon. "Hey," Charlie began, "I may have a job for you."