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My appetite was long gone. After Scarlett, none came into my room. The whole house was a mess. Shattered glasses, furniture, and blood were everywhere. The next morning, I woke up with a bitter headache and red eyes. I managed to freshen up and take a quick shower but didn't make a move to leave the room. The previous night's activities would keep rolling in my mind if I let myself get outside. I couldn't believe that Delilah was dead. I never thought that Delilah was mentally ill. She just needed help but her father used her as a weapon and forced her into his criminal organization.

My heart beat faster. There was no locking rune, no protection glyph. It opened easily. The first page was handwritten. Ink dark, but fading. ‘Mira Blackwood. Private Notes.’ I sat down on the floor without thinking. Mira…. The name echoed down the back of my skull. I turned the page. September 14th. Something isn’t right. I saw the glyph again. In the garden, near the fountain. No one else noticed, or they’re pretending not to. Professor Adira asked me about Atlas. I told her the truth, that the headaches come after the blackouts. That I can’t tell when Atlas’s looking at me or through me.

"Gray, you are mad. Do you know who you are dealing with? That is Mrs Wright over there. Have you heard about the Wrights secret service? They will find us anywhere the moment they put a tag on us." "You fear too much." They argued till they reached the warehouse that had been locked from the outside. With a pull of the trigger, the gigantic padlock came crashing down. The two women were hurled onto the dusty floor. Gray bent down, his one knee on the floor as he spoke at eye level with Tanya. "For old time's sake Tanya, it will be me alone." Tanya trembled, her voice muffled by the tape. This wasn't what Gray planned. When their cult was attacked, everyone knew there was a powerful figure b

I felt a wave of despair wash over me, and tears streamed down my face as I realized the gravity of my situation. I resigned myself to my fate with a sigh, perhaps this was an atonement for my father's sins. The goddess seemed to demand my blood as a price for redemption. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I thought about my life - Emmeline Gray, the only child of Santos Gray, dying in a dungeon. It was a fate I never could have imagined.

Maybe love do moves in the most unexpected ways possible. Celebrating my birthday is no different from my other normal days. It did not matter whether I celebrated it, but somehow, it felt like it does. It do matter. I never thought being with someone in this exceptional day would be this amazing and magnificent. And I’m thankful for Shaun for making this day the happiest day of my existence. Upon arriving at my pad and opening my bag, I saw the book Grey gave. The First Born. Why would he even give me a book about lycanthropes? I mean, I do appreciate such gestures. I really love it but somehow it feels a little... off? Why now?

I am glad they are both finding peace among the chaos. "No, Shelly and Layla have been doing that trying to cross reference any of Layla's abilities and faults with any listed in the old testiments. They haven't shared any of their findings with anybody, something about trusting Doc and look how that turned out. I don't blame them one bit for being so secretive. They said they would bring any information directly to you if they find out anything. I did look into one possibility, but there was only one very small book, maybe 10 pages worth, that didn't really give much information. So I tossed it aside," Grey speaks quickly. He gets nervous when he has to say more than 10 words at any given t

The whites yellowed and streaked with crimson where the veins had ruptured. He opened his eyes swiftly, his skin draining of colour. The woman was watching, barely noticing the vile images that had started appearing. The contorted faces of children, their tears reflecting their knowledge of their impending death. One after the other...a litany of sin that Nathaniel carried and repented of each day. But as the smoke blurred the vision, she leaned forward, peering deep into the fire. A smile tugged at her thin lips before she sat back and slapped her hand on the ground beside her.

~Lexia "We could go out now, if you would like, to see the Pack," Grayson offers, after I had accepted the plate of bacon again, and finished it. He took the empty plate from me, and slid it into the sink. I glanced outside, shaking my head. "I don't think I could handle the heat." It's true. One step outside, and I'm positive I might faint. It's not because I can't usually handle the heat, but I'm still coming down from the effects of the drug Jasper gave me. Thank the Moon Goddess I didn't stay around to find or what he wanted.

Vivian POV My head feels like it’s splitting open, a dull throb that drags me out of a dark, dreamless void. I’m on the floor, the kitchen tile cold and unyielding against my cheek, and the air smells like shattered glass and something wild—like pine and earth, but sharper, more alive, like a forest after a storm. My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I see is him. Tyler Grayson, kneeling in front of me, his green eyes glowing with a worry that makes my chest ache in a way I don’t understand. Then it all comes rushing back—the creature at the window, its yellow eyes glinting with hunger, the way Tyler… changed. He turned into a wolf. A massive, dark-furred wolf with those same green eyes

Grey yells as he climbs the steps. Sage came out. “Grey? What happened?” “Her water didn’t work. She needs more.” I can barely hear them talking. “Her hair…” Sage started. “Hair later. Water now.” Grey snarls. “Alright, we’ll help.” And that’s when everything goes black. **** “Grey?” I jolt out of bed looking around. I’m in my room. I push off the blankets and go to the bathroom. I freshen up and throw on some shorts and a t-shirt.