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“Ophelia, what happened?” She stared past him, eyes wide. “I saw a vision. Several wolves and humans were rising from a pile of ash and bones, and they chanted three times: the blood moon rises, the line breaks, the throne burns, and the gods rise.” Leon stared at her with a conflicted expression. “You know what it means, don’t you?” she asked, noticing his expression.

"It takes more than good writing." "More, you'll give." I tucked the book under my arm. "I'm keeping this, by the way." Khole looked up and smiled. "You almost gave me a heart attack," Dove muttered, already drifting back toward the bedroom door with her blanket trailing. "My head is splitting. I'm going back to sleep." She pointed at me without turning around. "Good morning, Dove. Lovely to see you too." She waved one hand and disappeared. I turned to Risa. "Where's my wife?"

I roam my hand on his hard chest, undoing his buttons while my other hand strokes his dick. I mewl in his mouth. He's not giving me space to breathe. Our bodies collide and brush against ourselves harshly as our hands run around each person's body. I turn him over, riding his groin as my hand strokes his girth faster. The stranger turns, taking my weight with his, and he pushes me back to lay on my back. It's like a battle of control as we're both trying to claim each other and take over like hungry lions.

The third was faster. Its claw caught my side—raked deep. Pain flared white—but I didn’t stop. Nyx roared through me, and I bit down, hard enough to crush its skull. The fourth tried to run. I didn’t let it. By the time I reached Dorn’s position, the riverbank was slick with blood. My wolves were surrounded, holding a thin line behind a ring of flame they'd lit themselves. I leapt the fire, landed in the center, and dropped three more cursed wolves before I shifted back, gasping.

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She sped up going down the dark road. The buildings down here look abandoned and graffiti was everywhere, and I took a last puff of the cigarette and threw it out the window. I laid back against my seat and my eyes were getting heavy. I'm so tired, I can close my eyes just for a second right? Colby's P.O.V Chloe's hand fell from mine and I looked to see if she was okay. She was wrapped in the blanket fast asleep and I smiled at my sleeping angel and turned back towards the road.

Xiao Chen could not help but feel a melancholic gloom. Moments passed as night came slowly. Xiao Chen was beginning to leave when the cognizance of his Divine Sense alerted him to several cubicle alcoves hewed from the stone of the cavern walls. In these crude shelves fashioned from stone were many ancient books and manuscripts which were covered with layers of dust and soot. Xiao Chen walked closer and removed a book from one of the alcoves. He looked closely at it and found its title, "Heavenly Sky Palm".

"One of the ladies outside told me he occupied this room. Am I in the right place?" "My price depends on the service you want to ask me." I propose to her before I lock my eyes on hers. "how much can you afford to unfold someone's truth and...?" I could not help but cut off my words when for the very first time in history, my wolf found someone as pure as her. Pure in a way that my eyes could barely read what was running through her mind. In a blink of an eye, I can read everyone's secrets, but with this woman in front of me, her eyes were similar to an empty can.

Mine. Table four was two truckers. Harmless. I refilled their mugs, dropped the check, and turned— The bell chimed again. The air changed. It was like someone opened a freezer door in the middle of the Mojave. The hairs on my arms stood up. The diner went quiet. Forks paused mid-air. Predator. My wolfless body didn’t have enhanced senses, but it remembered them. It remembered _him_. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t—

She whispered drowsily, “She chose him.” He looked down at her, his eyes that were burning red soon softened. They raked her body, taking in each and every single bruise on her, his jaws clenched. But his voice remained low, and warm as he said, “So choose the devil you know, little dove.” His hands traced her face, Suddenly, Domenico burst into the car, and slammed the door. His face smeared with blood, and his body covered in stone debris . His chest heaved frantically