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*Ember* I was grateful that Mary didn’t approach me. Instead, she bounded over to Rhys and hauled him up out of the road with a surprising reserve of strength. I watched as Rhys attempted to scold her as they ambled towards the village, but it was as if the Beta’s words just bounced right off of the young female’s bright demeanor. I slowed, falling into step beside Alec, who was watching the exchange with a resigned look. “That pup is positively feral,” he said to me, rolling his eyes at her antics.

As she approached the makeshift slab where the Stone cut up their meat, the purging smell of blood made Mary cover her nose, the smell was unconducive, she restrained the urge to puke at the choking smell, she half-ran back but the need to talk to Jared kept her going. Passing by the barn, she came across Allan and Jared skinning two big antelopes, their hands working effectively, Jared was kneeling holding the knife, deriving the animal of its skin. She walked closer tentatively, scared of his reaction. It was Allan that first saw her, He gave her a startled wave, surprised to see her

His eyelids twitched his jaw moved like he was trying to speak. "Don't push it," Kai warned from behind me. "He's coming back slow." I leaned closer my lips near his ear "I'm here Adrian. I'm not going anywhere. Just rest." His fingers tightened around mine,It wasn't much but it was everything. Martha showed up as the sun was setting. She drove a beat-up pickup truck that sounded like it was held together with duct tape and prayers. She was in her sixties gray hair in a messy bun wearing muddy boots and a flannel shirt that had seen better days.

I asked, crossing my arms around my chest. Bertha smirked. "I guess I finally grew up. I can't keep fighting a losing battle. I want this holiday to be different for everyone, especially for Jack. And if that means being civil with you, then so be it." Still suspicious, I questioned, "You're telling me that you've suddenly seen the light and decided to let go of Jack?" Bertha nodded. "Yes, Amanda. Call it a Christmas miracle if you want. I'm done with the drama, the tension. It's time to move forward."

After Kenneth betrayed me with Debbie, Ethan also had a history with his dead mate. Yes, Red told me whoever Ethan’s mate would be, she would be dead. But I sensed Red’s hostility toward me from the first day we met. Did Red tell me the truth? Did Ethan have an infectious disease that could cause her mate’s death? The problem was Red said to me Ethan’s mate passed away the following day.

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

And that when she smirks and pulls up her sleeves. Ready for the fun to begin. "People call me Vera with love." She takes hold of Ron's neck and starts choking him. The men surround her from all the sides as she pulls out the hidden dagger from her side pockets. With a smile on her lips, she continues her sentence before sliding the knife on the Beta's neck and making him drop down. Dead. "While men call me Rebel with hate" And that's when all men stop to stare at her in disbelief. "So what's it gonna be for you boys? Who is next?"

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

"Afraid, that is. Are you guys alright? What's happened to you two?" "Yeah we're- ow!" Tyler rubbed his arm where Beth had just hit him, from the daggers in her eyes he was sure silently calling him an idiot. "Ahhh, look I understand, you don't need to tell me." The woman said kindly. "I'm Red, by the way." She moved back to where she had been sleeping and sat down. "I'm not going to hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want to do." Sighing, she crossed her legs and gave them a small smile.

“You hurt my feelings, why would I lie to you? I was raised as an elf too you know; I won’t lie just for fun.” She grabbed my hand and continued speaking with the same laid-back attitude. Getting closer and closer, to the point where I felt she was whispering into my ear. “I am human just like you. My real name is Jane Marigold, I was a housewife in England many years ago. I had a husband and a family there, until one day a bomb went off near our house putting me in a coma. That is why I immediately knew you and I were the same when I saw you collecting flowers and praying for your lost friend, no elf would do that. I was looking for an excuse to talk to you since that day, there are several