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Britney's POV Britney was still at Danielle's place, she had already pulled a call through for the Ambulance to come by. She was scared, confused. She had a lot of questions to ask and she needed an answer. What could have happened to Mrs. Haddish? Was she sick? and most importantly how's Danielle? hope she's doing just fine. Before she could ask all the questions she had in mind, she heard a sound of a siren she knew it was the ambulance, she headed outside. A tall man pulled from the car, "You must be Britney, right? I'm Ronald. I headed out as soon as we got your call. Where's the corpse?" He asked. "Right inside and thanks for coming" Britney replied as she directed him to the living ro

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.

She didn't wake him; instead, she quietly backed out and closed the door, sharing a knowing look with the butler. ~​Dawson Mansion ​Mr. Dubois, Woo Jin, and Dawson sat around a mahogany table, celebrating with premium scotch. ​"That was a masterpiece, Dawson," Dubois said, raising his glass. ​Dawson smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "It wasn't me. It was Woo Jin. The boy has a brilliant mind for destruction." ​"I haven't met you before, Woo Jin, but I like your style," Dubois laughed. "When does the case go to trial?"

"Okay, that's correct. Lucky guess. Where did I go to college?" "The University of Portland where you earned a degree in Business Economics and went on to achieve an MBA." "Fine, that's right, but—" "Go ahead, ask me anything you want. Your favorite color is green. You loathe purple which is why you draped it all over our room. You're loving and gentle, but you have an angry streak wider than the A****n river. You like The Beatles, think the Rolling Stones would be better without Mick Jagger, and you're a Swiftie but also hate the term Swiftie. You like that god-awful show Supernatural because you think that Jensen actor has beautiful eyelashes. You kept a LiveJournal for years longer than i

he whispered, raw and low. “I’ve only ever imagined having children with one woman. And she’s standing in my arms right now.” Her breath left her in a shiver. Before she could respond— A howl ripped through the night. Loud. Violent. Too close. The music shattered. Wolves tensed. Soldiers reached for weapons. Kael’s grip locked around her. “Stay behind me.” *** The windows burst inward. Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection.

I sent the most skilled shadow wolf, who was an expert in invisibility, to keep a close watch on the Twilight pack. After Dad and I left, Andre flipped the table in a fit of rage. "How could Jane do this?" he said in disbelief. "How could she leave me? What is she trying to do, asking her dad to show up in person? Is she trying to threaten us? Is she ever coming back?" Felicia sighed. "Well, Jane's mood has been terrible lately. First, Callie kicked her in the stomach. After that, she hasn't been able to rest properly. It's only normal for a pampered she-wolf like her to go to her dad for comfort.

One of his enforcers was down—ripped apart by a Dread Stalker before the spell Ava cast earlier sealed off the fear trail. We advanced, one step at a time, through the open files and towards the main gate of the forge which was open. I could see the inside now—high, black, smoking from whatever they were making and the shadow creatures. A second blast shook the air, louder than the first. Then came the came a scream A howl so loud, it didn’t just touch your ear it rattled your bones. Every wolf paused. Even the enemy. Then it dropped from the sky. The Howling Horror creature.

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.