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Hearing about the private cabin, Violet frowned. Why did the woman reserve a private cabin? It was not that they were going to talk about some secrets. However, she did not refuse to go. She would meet the woman since she had come all the way here. "This way, Miss," the manager said. She realized that Bella Collins was professional enough to hide her identity from others. After all, she was once a Luna. She was not only the former Luna of the Scarlet Howl Pack but also the Crimson Howl Pack. Before divorcing Wesley Easton, she held the position for almost eleven years.

Rachel added. Dawn had long straight hair that was cut with many layers. Her hair was a dark blue with streaks of dark matte purple. Her eyes were hunter green and intense. She had a bad case of resting bitch face. She wore ripped, baggy black jeans, and a white shirt with black stripes. "Finally, this is Leti."

Dawn feels vindictive as she corners Jacklyn, who has suddenly turned hostile toward her. In her previous life, Jacklyn never attended this party, nor did she have a boyfriend. So why is she acting so aggressively now? It is clear she is up to something. Her sudden accusation is absurd—too deliberate to be a coincidence. Dawn might have been soft, meek, and unbothered in her previous life, but not anymore. Now, she holds her breath at every unexpected turn, refusing to let anything slip by unnoticed.

Dawn locked the door before she stood in front of a mirror above the cabinet, pulling down the neck of her sweater and observing the injuries on her neck. I looked at her, heavily ladden with guilt. The bruises were almost gone now, her skin was healing and returning back to its bright colour. "Dawn I—" "What are you?" She asked, her voice even. I couldn't look at her, even as she turned around and focused her gaze on my face. I didn't have an answer to her question. 'A demon maybe... A vampire.'

Crashing on the wooden walls of the cabin, Diana passed out while Verna's star symbol glimmered around her before her body glowed. “Get off him!” Lynette said daringly, clenching her fist. Aurelius rose with vampire speed and faced her with a raised fist. She noticed the way his mouth dropped ajar and how he slowly raised his fist. “Claire.” His rumbling voice became melodious like that of an angel. He groaned when Verna focused a spell on him while Aiden sped toward him and snapped his neck. He passed out. Lynette looked at him before rushing toward Aiden and embracing him. He groaned as she tightened his grip.

Raven was there too, looking perfectly polished sipping a green juice. "Good morning, Brianna," Declan said without looking up. "Sleep well?" Brianna looked at Dawson. He was wearing a black dress shirt, the top buttons undone. He looked up, his grey eyes settling on her with a cruel, knowing glint. He knew she hadn't slept. He had watched her get cornered by Eric and did nothing. "She looks like she saw a ghost," Raven giggled, leaning toward Dawson. "Or maybe she just realized she doesn't fit in."

Without the intention of killing another vampire, he knelt down, so that Tyler was pinned to the ground and began raining down punches on him, in the hopes that it would at least disorient him. On the other side of the street, Demitri was locked in battle with another hunter. A woman with raven hair and piercing green eyes that were almost identical to Harley's, but who was visibly older. She swung at him with a stake only for him to catch her wrist midair and force the weapon to fall from her loosened grip. Demitri shrieked as she produced another weapon; this one silver, and seemingly dripping with some kind of liquid, and made a deep slash in his side. She pulled back the dagger again, ai

Cain doesn’t relent in his molding, but that isn’t Cain. That’s Ashryn. A Lycan King who was famed for his power. I bring down the walls I have around my mind and cast myself far and wide. I don’t know who taught me how to do this, except I do and it’s a green-haired old lady. I’ve never met a green-haired lady in my life but Diane has. Her memories trickle into my head and I stretch my consciousness far. I reach for Lyros immediately and I'm relieved to find him available. He stills in his tracks and turns to look in our direction.

ASHLEY "So, what's the sex like?" Dawn asked like it was the most casual thing in the world. My eyes almost flew out of their sockets while Dawn looked so horrified. I stared at the redhead on the screen of my phone, who was twirling her hair between her fingers, her blue eyes sparkling with so much mischief as she grinned from ear to ear. "Dawn!" I shrieked, lifting my body off the egg chair I was seated on. My cheeks suddenly grew so hot at the question she just asked.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.