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She folded the sheet into the false spine of the book and closed it. Then she turned off the light and lay in bed, staring up at the ornate ceiling. Beneath her calm, her mind churned. The Mendez estate was a fortress. But even fortresses had fractures. And Avyanna, patient and precise, had begun the slow, quiet work of finding every one.

Her hands tightened into fists at her sides, and her eyes glimmered with quiet determination. Martha might hate her. Timothy might try to control her. The Lycan Council might see her husband as a criminal. But Kimberly Silverclaw was far from defeated. As she walked toward her newly prepared chambers, her mind was already weaving a plan. The rift between Timothy and Martha was growing, and she intended to use it to her advantage.

"Then why are they still there?" I shrug. "Because that school is a formidable base? Because they want to kill everyone in it? Both?" Marybelle's face twists into a frustrated scowl. "We have to act quickly. I can't stand the thought of one more person dying because of these monsters. I don't want to wait around here any longer." "And we won't." I'm already going into the kitchen, taking stock of all the canned goods. The original plan was to stay put and wait for any surviving staff to come here. My house is a thirty-minute drive from the school, and it was where we held all of the monthly guild meetings before I quit teaching at Hawthorn.

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The small young woman sneaks carefully up the front steps of an old, ivy covered cottage. Her hooded cloak moves gently, unsettled by her movements a mouse jumps out from beneath the falling apart porch and skitters across her feet. She jumps in surprise, a small gasp escaping her perfect red lips. She seems tense as she glances around. her nerves get the better of her and she double checks for any prying eyes hiding in the shadows. Before her courage deserts her, her hand darts out from beneath the folds of her cloak, pausing briefly before knocking on the wooden door.

Kelly watched her go, feeling a small insecure hesitation at Aunt Mabry’s last words. Kelly went upstairs and sat in the room she shared with Jack. Mabry had left her feeling insecure and unsure of her place in Jack’s world. He hadn’t seemed to be interested in Caroline Harridan when they saw her at lunch the other day, but if he hadn’t talked to Caroline, how would Aunt Mabry know to pull that name out of thin air? Which meant Jack must have talked to her. Could his blasé attitude toward Caroline at lunch have been an act?

Before she knew it, her clothes had blood splatter on them and she was holding a bloody butcher knife. Kelly was a bloody mess on the floor. She stared at her with shock and awe as her body jerked and blood quickly pooled around her. All of a sudden, a powerful feeling wrapped around Martha. It felt practically euphoric. She slowly approached Kelly with butcher knife in hand and plunged it into her stomach, giving Kelly and that bastard she was carrying the final blow. Thankfully, Martha was wearing gloves. They matched her suit. Realizing someone could walk in at any minute, she fled. Being careful to not be seen as she was leaving.