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Since the private doctor didn’t want to die, he reluctantly dug out my only kidney. I died on the operating table, but the three of them didn’t notice. They didn’t even look at me once before they left. Afraid of being held responsible, the doctor fled as soon as my brothers were gone. No one stayed to deal with my body. My corpse was left in the empty hospital, the wound on my side still bloody and exposed to the air. My soul followed my kidney. It was just like when I was little, always tagging behind my brothers whenever they went out.

The lycan alpha and his beta would not see it as a coincidence. I hopped off the bed and sat behind the table with a quill ready in my hand. It was only then that I noticed that the candles that had gone off when the creatures came had lit up again. I made my observation known to Sara as I wrote. When I was done, I sealed both letters in an envelope and handed it to Sara, who tucked it away inside her shirt. "Aaron and Nolan should figure this out," I said, crossing my leg. "Who would want to do this?"

But the words stuck, tangled up with fear and doubt and the sick sense that I’d somehow just crossed a threshold I couldn’t step back from. “Yeah,” I whispered. Tristan’s jaw ticked, clearly not convinced but he pushed it off. “Let’s go,” he said instead, his arm still firm around me as he turned us away from the clearing. I let him lead me back into the forest, but even as the trees swallowed the rogue from view, I could still hear him — that broken voice rasping the word over and over. Kindred. And somewhere deeper inside me, under the fear and confusion, a darker truth stirred — the knowledge that this wasn’t over.

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

To feel – really feel – again was a blessing, and, though I didn’t understand it, or why it had happened to me, or how long it would last for, I did know that, had it been the other way around, my envy would have been written plainly on my face for all to see. And I didn’t even want to be human so badly as Kathrena did. “I wonder why,” she murmured. Then she opened the book to the right page, sitting up straighter. “Anyway. Look at this. Hopefully this is all you’ll need to convince Aradia and the Clan that Skye isn’t a threat to us.” She pushed it towards me, and I chewed on my lip, relishing secretly at the press of my warm skin. It was the very same book that I’d seen in her bedroom, with

He then pecked a kiss on her forehead as he uttered, “Let me buy them for you, Lucy. Just let me.” She looked hesitant as she muttered, “Okay.” He pecked a kiss on her cheek. And she uttered a shy ‘thank you’, which made him smile wider. When she continued to hold the brown book, Xandar understood that she wanted it so he held it for her. He had a look at the title: ‘Lycans in Human and Animal Forms: Strengths, Weaknesses, Peculiarities and Blind Spots.’ Xandar chuckled before he asked as he lifted up the book in one hand, “Sweetheart, should I be worried about this?”

I mean, I don't, but… Ginny squints her eyes "Sadly I would have, but with l your signed contract, Liam knows some pretty good lawyers, and also you might want to step you game with being that loving wife," "Yeah, loving wife and taking references from ' Given" Hannah winks, making Ginny and I gasp in unison. Given is a really erotic picture book that shows drawn pictures of really weird and out of this world sex poses. "You shallow girl!" Ginny points at her and says with some weird accent. The three of us share a laugh, with mine coming off weak, but it's really nice to laugh with them again. If only they didn't leave me the night I got kidnapped.

Then, slowly, the book began to glow with purple light—the same light as Kieran's curse. The cover cracked open, just an inch. Golden light poured out, mixed with black. "Sienna!" Kieran called into the book. "Follow my voice!" I felt the process reach its climax. The blood barrier was complete. All rifts were fixed. Whatever was coming through was now locked out—but so was anyone stuck on the other side. "Hurry!" I shouted. Through the small hole in the journal, I saw a hand reach out—slender fingers grasping for help. Kieran grabbed it, pulling with all his power.

"Nevermind that, Jus. Let's continue. I was told that only Telekinetic Krysts can read such blank book. Have you found any?" Jucel nodded at once. "I do." She opened the book and flipped through its blank pages. "At first you will see it blank." Then she flipped her two fingers on her left hand up to the air and swiped it across the pages. The wind began to pick up and the pages glowed. After a while, it died down and the pages were filled with runes and texts.

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”