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She looked at him with a gaze that was no longer soft, but as hard and cold as the silver of her father’s crown. "You think you are so clever and that you have fooled us all with your cheap tricks and your lies, but you forgot that a wolf always protects its pack from the shadow. Grace slap him across the face with all the strength she had, the sound of the hit ringing out through the quiet clearing like a thunderclap that signaled the start of the war," Grace said. She stepped back and pointed her finger at him, her voice rising until it was a powerful command that broke the silence of the night.

Using the spoon inside the plate to scoop some of the soup and ate it to the delight of Grace. Grace left and quickly returned with a sword. Her sword. It has been long she has used it to fight. She was once a student of Warlord Emera; his best student and was good with swords. She and Warlord Emera both fell in love with each other and they got married. She stopped training the new students who came to learn martial arts when she discovered she was pregnant with Juno.

She only felt the terrifying, cold beauty of the girl standing before them. Grace was no longer the child in the yellow raincoat. She was a young woman, tall and ethereal, her hair floating in the static-charged air. Her eyes were not looking at her parents; they were looking through them, seeing the "Song of the World"—the billions of heartbeats, the hum of the cities, the vibration of the tectonic plates. "It’s so beautiful, Mama," Grace said, her voice a multilayered harmony. "The world isn't silent. It’s a scream that never ends. I can fix it. I can make the scream a song."

At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret.

She ordered me around like she used to, as if I were still her obedient husband from the countryside. Right then, any last bit of hope I had for her crumbled to dust. I remembered the day I first saw her, standing under the big locust tree at the village entrance. She was in a white dress, holding a book, as serene as a painting. The single guys in the village said she was too proud and tough to approach. However, I was enchanted, convinced she was the one I, Max Ferguson, was meant to marry.

She was seated on her mother's rocking chair, facing a large window which had a wonderful view of the gardens and the bank of the popular Wolfblood river. She stood up immediately she noticed their presence. Her eyes were red and swollen, she looked miserable and pitiful. "I'm really sorry, Delia." Handogan said. Delia attempted to talk but choked on herself and a flood of tears ran down her face. Handogan hugged and patted her back, whispering words of consolation. The sight only made Natalie feel worse. She wished she could cry like Delia, she wished she could cry for a whole day, a week, a month or probably a year, to ease her pain. She could feel the heaviness on her chest, and her head

*Grace* "Gracie? Are you okay? What do you think about all this?" "I’m not completely sure." Setting aside the binder full of sheathed articles, I loop my arm with Ella's in a kind of hug. "But we’re both married now to men who dealt with perilous circumstances on a recurring basis and did what they had to to conquer them all. Men who put the well-being of others even before their own lives. Do you think my grandfather might've been different? After everything people went through in that war. Do you think Juliet was different?" "I don’t think with her moral fortitude Juliet would ever have allowed such a thing," Ella assures me. "You can’t believe that she would."

he says and turn his back to me, walking ahead to the open space and in the direction of the training grounds like he was here before. " How do you know where to go?" I ask suspicious. " This was one of our places before the war , we sold it to your mate " he says that like it was obvious. ............. THE LYCAN KING POV/// ........... We reached the grounds and although the girl looks calm and thoughtfull I still can see the strom in her eyes and feel the anger inside her. The moment my sentence leave my lips I felt her anger, seconds before she punched me and damn that fucking hurt!

she said softly. She could no longer speak with Jake's sticky stare after she uttered the soldier's name. She closed her eyes and waited for the lips to touch hers again. Next words come out on her mouth is the moan as there's f finger penetrated her most hidden underwear. She has the feeling of waiting to enter her womanhood. "I need you," Jake whispered.

Behind her is Dylan, shielding her, then a small distance away are advancing wolves. “Quickly, shift. Grace is under attack." I give the order and all my troops shift to their wolf forms. Then we all run to meet the advancing wolves. I can identify Grog, a large wolf with glimmering fur. This is the day, either one of us lives. I am prepared to kill, or get killed. Grace and the girl run past us, and we join Dylan then approach Grog and his pack. All I can see are fangs that have been bared, paws ready to tear into flesh and howls as the battle cries are intensified.