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Another councilman retorted at Beta Gerald. He slammed his fist on the table. A murmur spread through the room. Accusations, Suspicion and Desperation. "What poison could do this to someone strong as him." Someone asked. "It wasn’t poison," the healer said, entering the room with blood on her hands. Her voice was grave. "It was dark magic. Ancient and Forbidden magic!" The room fell silent. "That’s not possible, dark magic has been banned.” Someone said quickly. "It’s not just possible. It’s happening. Something is attacking his soul. His bond and His wolf.

They would have to resolve it themselves as the adults had turned a blind eye. "I really don't have to do anything?" Harry asked doubtfully. "What if she touches me? Do I just stand there?" It was a good question, and it made the comment section erupt in laughter. "Can't believe you'd actually ask that, kid. She's just trying to win you over. It's not like she's some kind of thug. I don't think she'll actually try to touch you." "If she dares to lay a hand on him, I'll be the first to fight her! She'll feel the power of a devoted fan!"

"The commander everyone knows wouldn't sneak this way like a petty thief, is there something I'm missing?" "Don't know you talk this much kitten?" He growled. I chuckled before I spoke. "Not really, Alpha," I teased. "Who would believe the commander of death who once killed a whole village is the one sneaking out right now?" Hayden's eyes darkened and he stepped away from me, he groaned in pain as he knelt slowly. He closed his eyes tightly, placing his hand over his head in pain. I was bewildered, just like he did earlier at the Fangworth palace, he acted exactly that way. He struggled even more, closing his eyes, I wondered what exactly was going on with him.

By her, I meant Violet. Harry crosses his arms, lips pressed into a pout. But his mood brightens when I pull him into a quick hug. Moments like this... they're everything. Trust me. Harry looks up at me, eyes shining with stubborn determination. "But I have to get stronger. What if the Shadow Wolves come here?" My smile fades. He's too young to carry that fear. "They won't," I promise, voice firm. "Not while I'm breathing." That seems to satisfy him. He nods, fierce for someone so small. But his next words knock the breath out of me.

"Do you think so? I... I don't particularly like her, but I think if she loves you or if you think she's using you." And there I go, I'm a bitch. Sometimes I want to help, but then I ruin everything. "Ufff, okay, it's clear you despise her, but not me, please, have a little consideration for me and stop torturing me." "Who's torturing whom?" Harry speaks up from behind me. "Love, I'm glad you're here, as another head to torture is better than just one. Can you believe your best friend doesn't want us to be the wedding sponsors? He's crazy because he's not sure if he's ready to take that step, he's afraid of happiness!"

he watched the blonde man return to the car. “What are we talking about?” The blonde man wondered brightly as he closed the door behind him. The brunette drove on. “We were discussing recent events, Harry. I’m not sure I entirely understand what’s happening, myself,” he said softly. “At times it all seems like a bad dream.” “Not all bad, Jules.” Harry reached over and squeezed the brunette’s thigh. “No,” Jules’ smile was luminous. “Not all bad.” “Basically, the Van Helsings want to enslave the supernatural world,” Harry flipped down the sun visor and preened in the mirror applying tinted lip balm retrieved from the chest pocket of his overalls. “And the supernatural world is resisting.”

"You don't know the danger that awaits you outside... You don't know how much they want us to die, Luna... Do you think I want to lock you up?! I want you to be free too- want I wish I could own the curse we have... But it's not possible! Because we share the same soul- that's why we share the same curse... I hope you learn to believe me so that you can understand I was just trying to protect you!- but if you're really stubborn and still want to go out- there's nothing I can do but I didn't fail to remind you." Why does it seem like I'm the stubborn one, that I'm the one who went down the wrong path?- She always leaves me confused and I always seem to be in the wrong. All I want is for us to

“So what Duncan is doing down there … Do you think that he’ll succeed, or that we have any chance whatsoever at rescuing his fiancée?” “Not without some help from me, he doesn’t. He’s using the wrong spell. I’m afraid that Duncan isn’t the best of wizards, but one can’t blame him, seeing as he hasn’t had much tutoring. He’s using the wrong spell, and there’s no way he would have mastered the real spell for what he is attempting to do. Brace yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.” Her father replied, ignoring the part about whether they were going to be able to rescue Duncan’s fiancée.

Harry happily replied, "Yes! Uncle Levi wants Harry to do anything, Harry will help! Carwyn Levi smiled and whispered a few words into Harry's ear. Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but laugh, "Yes! Then Harry will help Uncle Levi get his mother back! But she's tough, she's strong, so Uncle Levi might have to suffer a bit!" Carwyn Levi nodded, no matter how difficult the road ahead, he was willing to rush forward. Harry cooed, "Then Uncle Levi has to do Harry a favor too!" Carwyn Levi nodded. He thought Harry would ask for a toy or something, kids are like that. Unexpectedly, Harry said: "Uncle Levi must promise Harry, after pursuing his mother, he will definitely not hurt his mother again!

Arthur was a monster, and he loved no one. “Not 98, not 99,” Harry says, wicked glee etched in his features. “You’re going to pick up every one of those, all 100. Make sure you count.” There’s no ‘or else’ as if the ultimatum is too horrible to say aloud. Ariadne wants to stand her ground, but the wolf inside knows she’s lost the fight. The Omega shrinks away, tensing and waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Harry promptly leaves without a word.