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Canines lunge for Mom. My brain short-circuits. Mom screams pierce the air.

I stood there, frozen, unable to move. "Keira, run! Run, far away. Don't look back. Become the Queen Of Eleneas so that this monster can never reach you. Run, Keira! Run, my brave little girl!" My mother's weak voice reached my ears as I broke out of my trance.

Mother shrugs and makes a form, a movement that she infers matches my girlfriend, whose arm I hit. “We've had problems for the last hour.” Maintenance will actually get to see it, but at the moment that floor only has a chance of light.” My mom lights us up, then unexpectedly stops and turns to face us. Does this have a voice in... you know, Linda is a banshee? "Precisely," we reacted as one to Gabriel and me. “All things considered, I should do… that,” the mother makes a strange motion with her hand holding her pen and so continues her walk, “no light.” Or trust maintenance to fix the problem.

The trees are bare of leaves and a white blanket of snow covers the ground. “Mom, don’t make me go alone!” “I will hold them off as long as I can Haley. Run towards the beach and find the witch, Hope. She will help you, now go!” Mom shoves me out the window just as the bedroom door is torn down. I yelp from the fall as I land in the snow and see my mother being outmanned by the rogues. “RUN!” My mother yells through the mind link. I turn, with tears in my eyes, towards the dark forest.

“It marks the shift in the lunar cycle, a renewal of power for the pack.” Kyle made a dramatic around. “Great. So we get to dress up and listen to a bunch of speeches about fate and destiny while pretending we don’t want to claw our eyes out.” My mother didn’t share his amusement. “Maeve, get moving. I still have so much to do, and I need your help.” I sighed, rubbing at the persistent ache behind my eyes. As much as I wanted to argue, there was no point. My mother was a force of nature when she was in this state—frantic, determined, and utterly impossible to reason with.

Theo, nestled on the rug with a collection of colorful blocks, was building a towering structure, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Mama Hazel, can you help me make it taller?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of frustration. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his earnest request, knelt beside him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, Theo," she said, her voice soft and encouraging. "Let's see if we can reach the ceiling!" As they worked together, carefully balancing blocks and adding new levels, the air filled with a gentle hum. Mama Hazel, a lover of music, often sang softly as she went about her daily tasks, her voice a soothing melody that calmed Theo's restless spirit.

“I’m not that old.” Without even a second thought, Auri stepped out of the tree line. I shifted, standing next to Vale. He took my hand and squeezed it, hard. Hector stood on my other side, hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. Your Mom is something else. She knows what she is doing.” As she stepped out, the ground around her started to ripple with every step she took. It looked like it was turning to quicksand but it was only where she stepped. Her laughter filled the quiet and she shook her head.

"Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously." "Yeah. Me, too." The matron beamed at her pleasingly; so genuine she could only return the favor. The conversation went on from getting to know her family background which she carefully answered one by one. Chloe had to lie about her true identity to protect her alibi. Instead, she told them the same information she disclosed to her husband. After some time the topic was shifted to business. She learned that the Greysons dominantly conquered the line of logistics companies in the country. Aside from that, they hold fifteen franchises that offer high-end brands of clothing to malls that are cur

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, knowing it would only escalate the whole situation. I knew this wouldn't end soon, so I braced myself for another round of reprimands, but my mother's voice suddenly chimed in, her tone softer and more soothing. "Now, now, dear," she interjected, her image appearing on the screen beside my father's. "Let's not be too harsh on George. He's doing his best in a challenging situation. You know he's doing his best, right? He has so much on him, don't get mad at him."

"Yes. Send Lunaria with some money and tell her to go get golden goose eggs." "Golden geese eggs?" The maid was dumbfounded, "There isn't-" "Do you want to keep your job?" "Yes, ma." "Do it." Lunaria almost laughed when she got her errand. She had no choice but to follow but she believed that truly, her mother was running mad. She wandered in the streets, feeling stupid enough to ask the stores for golden goose eggs because such things surely do not exist except in fairytales and this wasn't a wonderland.