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"And convenient. Two powerful sacrifices instead of fourteen weak ones." The magic hit Miranda dead center. She caught it. Absorbed it. Let it flow into the working she'd been maintaining throughout the facility. "You don't understand what I am," Miranda said calmly. "I'm not just a wolf with magical abilities. I'm a bridge. Between species. Between worlds. Between what the supernatural community has been and what it could become." "You're a child playing with forces beyond your comprehension." "Maybe. But I'm still going to stop you."

then she began pulling me along without waiting for my response. Helloooo, we might be talking to each other whenever we meet, but we’re not friends—I wanted to scream that in her ears but held back. I didn’t want any unnecessary drama that would ruin Vincenzo’s plan. "Hi, ladies," we stopped by a group of ladies. "This is my friend, Miranda. She’s the Luna of the Iron-Fang Pack," she introduced me to them. I’m a very introverted person and I don’t like meeting random people, but I forced a smile at them.

“And It didn't like it.” The candle flame bent again. The wax cracked softly, dripping down the side. My patience was thinning. “You’re dancing around the point.” Miranda ran a hand through her hair again, clearly trying to organize her thoughts. “I have entered many minds before,” she said. “Broken curses. Pulled people out of magical comas. Even fought things hiding in someone’s consciousness.” She paused. “But this…” she muttered, almost to herself, “…this felt ancient.” That word lingered in the air.

"Okay, Hans wins. The whole world knows how crazy Miranda is for him." "Damn. Why aren't there any women crazy over me like her?" "You? Fuck off, buddy!" "Hahaha!" … It was past midnight by the time Miranda got back to the mansion. She took half an hour to pack up all her things. She'd lived here for three years, but now that she was leaving, her belongings only fit in a tiny suitcase. She didn't take any of the designer clothing or luxurious jewelry she'd never even worn before. The only thing she wanted to take with her but couldn't was the wall of technical reference books. Luckily, she'd memorized all of their contents. The physical books weren't that important anymore.

She said as she walked out of the room. The door slammed closed and I laid on my stomach as I have always laid for three weeks now. A few minutes later I heard my mom’s voice. I guessed they were arguing and I wasn’t wrong. I got up from the bed and opened the door. “Mathilda, you need to be reasonable! If she leaves him, my company is ruined! All these years and efforts will be a waste and I am sure you don’t want that!”. “Fernando, Mira is all Copper left behind apart from the company of course. It is unfair to watch her suffer for what she knows nothing about. I won’t allow it. Did you see how pale and skinny she is?”.

As I drank, Miranda came in wearing a tiara and holding a notebook. “Mommy!” she exclaimed. “I’m making a baby book!” I smiled despite my tiredness. “A what?” “A book! About you. And the baby. And me helping.” She climbed onto the bench next to me and opened the pages. “This is you giving a speech. See? The people are tiny and you're really big.” She pointed proudly at my stick figure in heels. “And this one is you sleeping. And the baby saying, ‘Can we come out now?’”

For Miranda was not just any rogue; she was the leader of a powerful and dangerous pack, a group of wolves who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. As she sat there, surrounded by her followers, Miranda knew that the world was her playground and that she could do anything she wanted. She's not yet a wolf, but she believes that one day, she will become a wolf, a creature of the night, and nothing will stop her. ***************

I can't feel any breath coming out of her Miranda killed my mom Author's note Dear reader, Thank you for reading. If you enjoy this book then please be kind enough to vote and give me a review.

How about Miranda and the others? "Miranda is a powerful Vampire and as of the moment, she is listening to us." "I am right of one thing these days - you do not care." Kristina placed her hands on her pockets and suddenly the desert went narrower until her eyes ached. She just tried to close her eyes to rest the waking migraine. The next time she opened it, she's back in the room where she never left in the first place. Miranda sat next to her surrounded by the other Constants of other Damneds. They were watching her, their focus directed at her.

she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial. Fel's eyes widened in excitement. "Yes, please do!" she said eagerly. "Well, the truth is...I'm not really a commoner," Miranda began slowly, her eyes darting nervously to Fel's face. Fel's expression changed from one of amusement to one of surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean, I'm not just a maid," Miranda explained. "I'm actually a black blood.” Fel's eyes widened even more in shock. "You mean a witch?" she asked, almost breathless.