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I told her, confident even though I had no plans about what I wanted to do. Brie’s eyes widen with concern. She took my hands in a firm grip and shook me. “Lucy, let it go. Revenge is never a good thing. You already got your divorce, and you moved countries. I thought you wanted to move on and start over. What is this sudden addiction to revenge since you set eyes on Kilein? It was never the plan.” “Well, it’s the plan now. I’m not changing my mind. Either you help me or leave me to do it alone,” I said firmly with a huff.

And it was almost too easy! ****** Justin was stretched out on the bench in the garden. Lucy was out running in the woods, something she loved doing. He had a Stephen King paperback in his hand, but he wasn't reading. He was thinking about Ean and the changes in his life that were imminent. It scared him a little when he considered the possible consequences of his actions, but he was determined to join the Tenumago along with Lucy.

That meant Lucy wasn’t just some rising designer. The same girl I once mocked for being poor and worthless now had the power to destroy everything my family built. Lucy Castleworth. My new obsession.

Then, Lila surprised me with a question. "Elara, is it true? Is Scarlett the famous Lyca's King's wife?" Lila asked, sounding amazed and excited. I stood there, feeling my heart race, as Lila's words hung in the air. I could tell she was really curious, and I realized the weight of my own identity. The wife of the Lycan King. It felt both impressive and overwhelming. "Lycan King's wife?" Lila said, surprised and interested. "You mean... the famous Lyca's King?"

She pushed past me and I closed my eyes for a second, fighting the urge to pull her back and make her face me like she'd just been doing. I turned, opening my eyes, my gaze watching Lucy as she walked and a small frown made its way to my face when I noticed her limping. Usually, her hips would sway in a sensual and hypnotic way that demanded attention but now, she favored her left leg. "What happened to your leg?" I asked moving closer to Lucy. "Nothing I can't handle," she said and my jaw clenched at her defiant tone. "Sit," I commanded and she glared at me. She opened her mouth to argue again but I returned her glare with a dark one of my own.

Finding comfort in old myths and fantasy books was how I survived my lonely childhood in the foster system. When the real world got too cruel, I would hide under my thin blankets and read stories about magical packs and fierce loyalty. I used to pretend that massive, protective wolves were guarding my bedroom door so the bad kids couldn't get in and steal my things. Now, a real one was sitting right outside my window, and it felt like a weird fever dream brought to life. I looked deeper into those bright gold irises, noticing a very familiar, intense depth in them. The animal tilted its head slightly, watching me with a sharp intelligence that simply did not belong to a mindless beast.

Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls. Before Karen left, she had told them the reason why she wouldn’t be punishing Elinda and thet Ana girl was because the punishments won’t bow any fruits. Whst she wanted was her parent’s and kids, nothing else. They were hoping they would find a way of bringing their spirits back to life and maybe that way, Karen would get to come back.

LUCY I can't move. People flow around me like I'm a rock in a river – reuniting families, businessmen on phones, a child crying for ice cream. The announcements keep echoing overhead, something about baggage claim, but the words don't land. My wife. Kelvin's voice loops in my head. My wife. My wife. My wife. "Lucy." Patricia's snap cuts through the fog. "The bags. Now." She's standing at the luggage carousel with Diane. Kelvin and Miranda are already gone – I didn't even see them leave. How long have I been standing here?

“Why don’t we give them a look? Just to see. No one has to know.” “Oh, I don’t think he’d like that. But . . . come to think of it . . . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s actually a good reason to, isn’t it? Especially now, while he’s busy. Oh, maybe just a peek.” Mr. Pervis’s library was just down the hall. It was considerably smaller than Salem’s, so it didn’t take us long to find the ritual books. “There’s so many,” Loretta said, pulling a few off the shelf and flipping through them. “But they’re all so bloody confusing. Doesn’t he have any for apprentices?” She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves.

Before I could look further into it, I was snapped back to reality. I furrowed my brows, trying to understand what I had just seen. I turned to the fight, and my heart sank as I saw Lucien standing victoriously, with the wolves of our pack lying defeated at his feet. Yet they were still breathing, and it seemed like Lucien wasn’t planning on killing them, but rather making a point.