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"It has. But Luka? Things will be okay. I don't know how I know that, but I feel it somehow that everything it going to turn out just as it was meant to. Luka got up from the side of Lilly’s bed and walked over to her desk, as he had noticed a lot of paperwork sitting upside on her desk. Her desk never looked like that so the state it was unusual. He turned the first one over it was a detailed image of a Moon Rose. Another was of three wolves with what looked like coloured auras one green to the left with amber eyes, middle one was red with amber eyes and the last was blue with green eyes to the right. There was another with two shadowy figures as if you were looking at them in first person.

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

It made Selene smile looking between the two of them. She was proud of all her children. Lila was working on her career as an artist; she also has a strong goal of protecting Volana wolves from those who wish them danger. She’s been learning to strengthen her combat skills even though she’s already so good at it. Pretty soon, she will have to work to strengthen her Volana abilities as well. The world is still such a scary place for Volana to lurk. Blaise still has men that support him long after his death. They wish to cause harm to Volanas, and it makes Selene much more worried for Lila’s safety.

CHAPTER 33 Lila's chest expanded with a deep, fortifying breath as she finished the last tubes of paint and looked over her latest masterpiece. The canvas vibrated with a boldly dissonant symphony of shapes and hues, an unashamed expression of her volatile emotions in the aftermath of Yuria's brutal assault. Yet, beneath the seething maelstrom of color, there was something profound...something steadfast and unwavering in the face of the chaotic tempest. A single figure emanating peaceful defiance, exalted within its eye as if illuminated by an inner brilliance that no outer turbulence could destroy.

He picked up a magnifying glass and examined every corner of the painting. In the shadows of the bottom-right corner, a nearly invisible lily jumped into view. A Sicilian lily. Her favorite flower. The same flower as the tattoo over his heart. "This painting… who is the artist?" Elio's voice was as rough as sandpaper. "The signature reads N. Blanc, a new painter from the south of France." N. Blanc. Nora. Eleonora. Three years of frantic searching, three years of desperate waiting, and the answer was in this damn painting.

I look through canvas upon canvas of artwork Lilah has clearly spent much time, care and love painting… there are landscapes… there are young children playing in the forest with a wolf watching nearby…. There is a picture of what I think is Selene the moon goddess with a white wolf by her side standing in the light of the moon…. there is a modern art portrait take of Indie which I have to say is amazing!.... there is many pictures of shadows of wolves in the background of what at first glance look like a normal day to day picture, then I pick up a canvas which Lilah quickly grabs from me…. “Oh that one is no good” she moves to get up with it so I cant see it, but I am quicker than she is and

"Because dead secrets are reliable." Ria laughed softly. "Oh, don't scare her, we're not killing you." "At least not tonight." She crouched in front of me, her smile still intact. "We're simply going to help Alpha Oliver realize what kind of woman you truly are." My vision blurred even further by every passing second, the room spun. I could no longer keep my eyes focused. Cole's face became little more than a shadow. "You've become a very inconvenient problem, Lilith." He adjusted his grip beneath my shoulders.

It ran in shiny rivers between her breasts, down her stomach, and over her pussy. Then I squeezed tubes of red, gold, and deep blue paint across her skin in slow, artistic lines. I picked up a soft wide brush. “Don’t move, Lila. This is our masterpiece.” I started at her collarbone, dragging the brush in slow circles. She gasped. I moved lower, painting big teasing spirals around her left breast, then the right, carefully avoiding her nipples at first. The bristles made her skin break out in goosebumps. “Marcus… it tickles and feels warm at the same time,” she moaned softly.