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Best friends are thinking about each other. Summer wanted to help her, and she also wanted Summer to stay out of trouble. "Yo, you are all here." Joe returned to the jewelry department and saw the two of them with a mysterious look on his face. "Come to my office, and I'll show you something. I just got it." Summer asked, "What is it?" "You'll know when you see it." Joe opened his briefcase in the office and took out a red velvet brocade box. He opened it, and he said, "Open your eyes and take a good look, don't blink. You will be blinded in a while..." The layers were wrapped, and the moment when he finally opened it, Joe said happily, "How is it? Is it bright enough?"

The air in the room seemed to vanish as sweat clouded Jayden's palm. Black stood by the doorway, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets, his expression carved from stone. Sunlight hit him from behind, turning him into a silhouette blocking the only clear path to the door. “Well,” Black said mildly, gaze drifting to the bedstand. “You never disappoint me.” Jayden’s breathing came out fast and heavy as his hands instinctively pulled out the USB drive and slid it into his pocket.

My mates melted into the shadows at the edge of the woods, their eyes gleaming in the darkness as they took up strategic positions. I waited for my cue, listening as Alpha Maxwell's voice carried across the hushed gathering. "Tonight, we witness the return of what was thought lost. Tonight, the goddess rights a wrong seventeen years in the making. Tonight, the last Blackthorne comes home." That was my signal. I stepped from the shelter of the trees into the torchlit clearing, keeping my head high and my steps measured despite the hundreds of eyes watching my approach. The ceremonial grounds were packed with wolves from dozens of packs, all gathered to witness my return.

There was no apology and that made me cringe at how disrespectful she is going to be. I doubt I would allow that. " Thank you everyone for joining us to witness today. This is a marriage that will bring peace between the two packs and it is very important to us" the council leader said. He was holding a bowl in his hands as he stood beside the fire as well. The bowl in his hands was a sacred one that could only be touched by the leaders alone. " You have to cut your palms, as a sign of agreement," he said. I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement.

Pete returned his father's emotion "But you know what, I will save you the trouble...wouldn't it be a big news if the next heir kills himself right in front of his father hmmm?" Gasps, disbelief and fear filled the hearts of all the maids, and guards in the room when Pete took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it over his head. Even the older man was speechless but soon, his eyes clouded in admiration. .......................................... Happy father's day. No comments Comment, please. For my faithful fans, as promised I will do a mass release of three beautiful chapters. This is the first chapter, the second and third chapters will come out after an hour and a half minutes.

"The suite! Get me to the suite!" The ride was a cacophony of shouted commands and screaming tires. He slammed through the door, his chest thrust out. The hospital staff were clustered around Joe, who sat white but upright, his eyes frozen with a shock that had penetrated his medication. He was staring at the shattered window, at the deadly flower growing in the glass. Their gazes intersected. In Joe's eyes, Davidson did not detect fear. He detected a frigid, killing rage that matched his own. "They missed," Joe breathed, his voice as rough as gravel.

They pulled into the Blackwood mansion, and as Ama stepped out of the car, she noticed Liam waiting for her by the door. He offered a reassuring smile as he escorted her inside, while Chadwick quietly made his way in a different direction. As Ama stepped inside, she felt a wave of unfamiliarity wash over her. The grand decorations from the previous night had disappeared, replaced by a stark, empty hall. The tables, chairs, and stage were all gone, leaving just a vast and plain space that felt overwhelmingly bare.

He crumpled back onto the bed, unable to fight it off. Joe’s laughter floated to his ears as he casually moved around the bed, bending down with ease. His hand snaked out to grab Dean's arm, pulling him up with a gentle force, as though he were guiding a helpless creature into a trap, his tone light and teasing. "Don't back away," Joe's voice was soft, yet there was a quiet command in it. He extended a hand, pointing to the edge of the bed. "Do you see this circle?" Dean's gaze followed his finger, and only then did he notice the faint black circle etched into the edge of the carpet, almost like a specialized sensor.

She dropped to her knees beside the black wolf, watching as his form began to change. Fur receded. Bones reshaped. Within seconds, Joe lay naked in the snow, his body covered with deep wounds and bite marks. Blood spreading from his body painted the white ground red. "Oh God," Eva choked. "Joe... Why did he do this to you?" she whispered. She reached out trembling hands, brushing black hair from his face. He was barely conscious, his silver eyes unfocused and filled with pain. Joe's lips moved, but no sound came out. His eyes closed.

Then he looked at me, really looked at me. “You ever think maybe some wars just never end?” he asked quietly. “All the time,” I said. He nodded, eyes tired and old. “Then maybe the only thing left to do is pick what side you want to bleed for.” I didn’t have an answer. Maybe because I didn’t know which side was mine anymore. Before I could speak, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me check. A photo popped up. Griff was on the ground and there was blood everywhere. The clubhouse was behind him… burning.