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Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One I ran through the forest, a flash of desperate red. The Big Bad was right on my heels, closing in. He was much bigger, and badder, and faster, and stronger than me. We both knew it. The fact that he hadn't caught me yet only meant he liked to play with his food. Tragically, I was probably no more than a mere midnight snack to him. So much for my happy ending. How horribly banal. The air in my lungs seemed to have caught fire. I'm sure I was as loud as a wildebeast thundering through the forest, disturbing all the creatures of the night as I went. If you imagine me as a delicate damsel in flowing white gown, flying across the mossy ground, do

The authorities won’t go against the Moretti’s or Alessa. “Hey, there are women here who need your help. Please get them back to their families safely. If they need anything in the future. Here is my number. Please have them reach out to me.” I say, handing the officer my number and details. She nods at me and heads further into this shithole to find the poor women. After what feels like forever, Hatchet is taken to the hospital. I look at the blood left behind that stains the floor and walls. My family’s men and some of the members of the MC are carrying the barrels and product outside into the van.

Her satchel thudded at her side; her breath was quick and hot in the icy air. When she reached the treeline, she found chaos. A boy, no more than seven winters old, lay sprawled at the roots of an oak. Blood matted his hair at the temple, and his small chest rose in shallow, struggling breaths. His mother knelt beside him, sobbing, one hand clutching his limp fingers, the other trying to press a cloth to the wound.

And that made all the difference in the world. The casual ease of Chloe’s kitchen had evaporated, replaced by a sharpened focus that mirrored my own internal shift. My initial conversation with Chloe had been a desperate outpouring, a confession of my growing unease. Now, as we dissected the events, a chilling clarity began to emerge, painting Victoria not as a rival, but as a strategist. Chloe’s question, “What’s your next step?” echoed in the silence, a gentle nudge towards the deliberate, methodical nature of what I was now facing.

“Sphinx, your parents have seven children. You sister has … how many now? Ten? Twelve? Are you really going to tell me that you think that all of those children were conceived in a bed in a bedroom?” “I … oh my goddess. I can’t think about that.” I chuckle. “Good, you need to focus on what we’re doing anyway. Tell me what else you see,” I say. “You don’t want to tell me what I should be seeing?” “Hacker already went through this with you, right?” I ask. “Yes.” “So, now it’s your turn to look and tell me what you see.” “Hijack, we’re going to set up camp then split up into two teams going north and south. We’ll be ready to go in thirty minutes,” Raptor says.

He wrapped an arm around her. “You’re not alone in this, Luna. Not anymore.” She closed her eyes, letting the bond settle between them. “I know.” --- The first week ended with Red Fang’s flag raised over the packhouse again. Faded. Torn. But flying. Luna stood below it, surrounded by her pack. No Council. No fear. Just them. And it was enough. --- *End of Chapter 79*

Apparently shifting takes a lot out of a girl. *Mine, mine mine mine here little fat boy,* Hannah sang in my head as her paws pushed the earth below. She jumped into a small bush and chomped the animal’s flesh, the blood gushed into her mouth and his bones cracked. I wanted to throw up but Hannah was already chomping away. She was so into her meal she didn’t notice Draven was gone. She eventually picked up what was left of her kill and wandered back out to where she’d last seen him.

Chapter 27 was merged with chapter 26 in the last one. So this is a continution, don't be too shocked and worried. Chapter 28 - One might think I am in love with you. ~~~ Racheal's POV We both bend down and grabbed the handle. "One, two..." I counted. "...And open." As soon as the coffin open, we fell back, gasped, and blinked again and again and again, not believing the sight in front of us.

mind links my brother. Some of my warriors break away and rush to my brother’s aid as more wild rogues attack. Just as I make it to the clearing I am shoved towards the ground by a warrior as a wild rogue lunges at me. Haley goes flying out of my arms, rolling across the snow. I shift and run straight for the wild rogue that has his sights set on Haley. Spartan pounces on the wolf and sinks his fangs into the wolf’s artery. Spartan throws the wolf, watching as the life fades from his eyes. The helicopter lands and I look for my brother.

I tug on the rope that is bounding my wrist and hear the snapping of the rope. “Oh, you will. You just don’t know it yet. NOW!” Something falls on top of me, the weight of it pinning me to the ground, some kind of metal netting. I couldn’t move, it was draining my energy quicker than the wolfsbane. “This is just the beginning!”