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Now she was a shadow of herself: broken body and soul on the edge of the void. Ignatious clasped his hands, and his fingers shuddered, as runes branded into the flesh began glowing in the skin. "You deserve better," he whispered. He spoke barely audible because his voice cracked in emotion. "You gave all to them, Krishna. All. And that is the repayment they send back? With flames? With murder?" His head shook once again, with rage now surging in for his grief. "I'll get you back," he said on a pledge.

I kept my composure as I said, "It's just a bracelet. No matter how precious it is, it's still worth less than me. Besides, Mable broke it herself. What does that have to do with me?" Mable's eyebrows shot up in fury. "Still mouthing off even when you're doomed, huh?" The manager, Trisha Gates, rushed in and bowed apologetically at her. "What happened, Mrs. Kaine?" Mable glanced at the shattered pieces on the floor and gave an exaggerated account.

Crying “I`m so deeply sorry!” “Sorry?” she asked, “Will it get me back to my previous school? Will it make me forget that I don’t have a family? That I once slept a night on the street with your child? Will it, Mastermind?” crying “What?” “This is all too much for me!” she hugged me crying. “Where do you stay now?” “I had to move in with your family after they disowned me.” “I`m sorry, babe.” I said, “I`m so deeply sorry but everything is going to be alright. I`m here now. You have a family. You will write your matric at your previous school.”

I shook my head rigorously. She knew what I would have said if I could speak. "Lucia, you don't have a wolf form, how can you have a mate? Huh? Oh you do have a mate but he is dead. I guess that is why your wolf gave up and never woke up." I was still confused. I could not understand a single thing just said. I know my wolf has been dormant but my mate is dead. She is lying. My mate is Bryan and he is standing right there. How can he be dead?

The 2 crescents on either side of a full moon meant something. “The symbol belongs to the Dianic Wicca Witch. I researched it after seeing Emma in possession with it, and it reveals the darkness she has been hiding.” Lucas and Jannett looked at me confused as I revealed the reason behind Emma’s behaviour. I could not reveal the whole truth in the hospital, I requested the doctor to discharge me. Lucas helped me out of the room while Jannett signed the discharge forms. Jannett took us to her apartment as it was the nearest.

•••• •••• •••• •••• Amirah hated the tears, once they started, they seemed to refuse to stop. Crying was for the weak, Hajiya had once said, crying doesn't solve anything but gives you more reason to indulge in self pity. She'd lived with that thought, she'd masked her emotions and sometimes she really didn't know what she was feeling or what she wanted to feel.

"You said you have information for us? But first please tell me your name." "Okon Etim Akpan One," he said. "One?" She asked holding up her pen and staring up surprised at him. "I'm sorry did you say one?" She asked again. "Yes. Na only me get that name for my entire village na why I add one to am," he replied. "OK umm let's cut the chase shall we? What information do you have for us?" She asked crossing her legs and clasping her fingers around them. "I.. I just wan tell you wetin I know o," he started as he subtly reflected on Amanda's threat. "I no know who kill Oga but I know the people wey come house that day and Oga been dey very angry dey shout shout up and down."

Kneeling beside him, agony engulfed me as tears streamed down my cheeks. I cradled his lifeless form, whispering futile words of comfort to the man I loved. The weight of his loss pressed upon my chest, and a raw ache echoed in the depths of my soul. There, amidst the remnants of war, I mourned. The celestial powers that had granted me strength could not resurrect what was truly lost. Sergio's absence carved a void in my heart, a wound that no amount of celestial energy could mend.

I saw her wipe her tears, and I swear, it gutted me. But I had no choice. She doesn’t know Keres. She doesn’t know what he’s capable of. She doesn’t know that this isn't about love triangles or misunderstandings. It’s about death. Her death. Thanatos was clear—Keres would take her soul under the full moon. That’s tomorrow. Time isn’t on my side. I needed her far away. Away from him. Away from the hunt. When I stopped the car, I handed her the bracelet. She looked at it like it was poison. And maybe in her eyes, I was the one poisoning her life.

~Giggles~ ~MY CHILDREN ARE DYING, THEY NEED PRIMITIVE EMOTIONS TO SURVIVE; I COLLECT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. Creed's expression changed into something ugly. "So you want to invade my brain and steal my memories?" ~HE HE HE — NO STEALING BUT COPYING... WHAT I MEAN IS - JUST TELL ME A SAD MEMORY AND I PAY YOU WITH INFORMATION OF EQUAL WORTH~ "This is too easy!" Creed thought Vetaal was talking crap, and the offer was just a trap. "What is the catch? The scheme is too suspicious..." ~I AM DESPERATE... MY CHILDREN ARE DYING, I NEED EMOTIONS. HE HE HE HE~