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Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

“You probably always knew, didn’t you? That she wasn’t to be trusted. And me? Blind. Foolish. I let her stand beside us all these years, poisoning me under my own nose. If you were awake, you’d tell me how to fight her. You’d tell me how to stop what’s coming.” ‎I pushed myself to my feet and crossed the room, stopping at the old bookshelf. My fingers trailed over the spines until I pulled out a familiar, worn storybook. The cover was faded, the edges torn, but it brought a memory of nights by the fire, sitting cross-legged as he read to me. ‎ ‎I carried it back and sat down again, opening the first page. “Remember this? The story of the Big Bad Wolf.” ‎ ‎I cleared my throat and read aloud,

Something listening back. “You weren’t naming something,” Azriel said to the boy. “You were summoning it.” The boy nodded once. “And it heard me.” The wind shifted. Trees bent—not as if pushed, but like they bowed. Above them, the stars stirred. Not twinkling. Not falling. Turning. Velan staggered back a step. “It’s everywhere. In the soil. In the stones. Even the roots. The world’s… listening.” Finally, the Prophets moved. Their robes rustled like dry leaves on ancient ground. The eldest among them stepped forward, her voice thin as winter. “You broke the final seal,” she said to Azriel. “That word was meant to stay lost.”

“By strange men. Men who kept asking for the she wolf. I think… I know they were looking for me.” That got their attention. “I think I’m the she wolf,” I continued. “I feel connected to this prophecy, this book. It hums with energy when I touch it. It sounds insane, I know but everything inside me says it’s true.” I looked at each of them. My voice was shaking now, my heart racing. “Please tell me you believe me.” “I believe you,” Aiden said first, his voice calm. His loyalty warmed me, even now. Isaac hesitated, then nodded. “It’s crazy. But I’m with you.”

I ask, horrified. “I think it’s the pelt of a deeply groovy sheep,” Alexei says gravely. “It’s hideous.” “It’s a statement piece.” He lifts it up. “It says, Yes, we are in the middle of a political crisis, but we prioritize fun.” He lays the orange shag on top of his head and it flops over his ears, clashing violently with his honey-blond hair. He looks at me with solemn, forest-green eyes. “Well?” he asks. “Does it suit me? Imagine me spread upon it naked. Am I more alluring than ever?”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Perhaps, it's time to uncloak myself and get her busy, especially now that she will soon resign her job, all thanks to the Silverclaw boy. While I stood in the cloak and watched them dancing, I saw the genuinity of love and friendship. I don't really understand why creatures: lambs and beast alike hate this kind of love. Does it matter if it isn't two opposite sex? Does it matter if it is the same sex? Can't we just allow ourselves to know what we want and have the courage to go for it without fear of what the world would do? And to think Anya will still face some backclash for this in her pack, mon dieu! Poor child, everywhere she turns, hate and war. I really pray the lamb's love is stro

Mahl grabs her by the waist and pulls her tight against him, murmuring something in her ear that makes her head tilt back, her mouth falling open in laughter. What…what the fuck? Auden thinks, his wolf standing stock-still in his soul, his tongue lolling awkwardly to the side. He has…never, ever seen Everleigh act like this. Even with him, when she – But again. No. None…none of those thoughts can come in here. An old man steps forward, dressed in the dark purple robes of a Bard.

After all, their fur protected them from the elements. Wait! A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures; they were from heaven. So this is heaven? Disappointed. “I'm expecting some kind of white castle and white, cloudy surroundings. Not mountains and sheep! ” Nevertheless, there was no trace of people on this trail, apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Diana? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel?