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Melting me. “Let me celebrate you,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh. “Let me reward you.” I closed my eyes and threw my head back. “Lunar Remedies is right between Silver Eclipse and Duncan.” He hummed. His mouth drew closed. “I-I… The plants. The oil plants are all destroyed, but I… I think if I can use Duncan’s empty warehouse to house things, t-turn Lunar Remedies into a factory, I can—Oh.”

Crimson smiled sadly while scrunching her mouth, he already told her about the business he had to take care off in LA but she felt sad he would be out like he always does again. "Don't worry I won't take long, I'll be back before you know it!" Kevin added as he rubbed her head gently while she only nodded. * * "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to tonight's live broadcast of the MOONLIGHT station. We have with us today all the five members of STARLET, their manager and director. As we have previously announced to you all they will be here to discuss a few things with us live today, please stay tuned." The announcer greeted as soon as the live show started.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Arms crossed gruffly in front of his chest with a grimacing expression that makes even the mundies around us cower. "Hi, Dad," I say with a practiced smile plastered on my face. His lips slightly curl when I move in for a hug, which is the most excitement he would ever be caught expressing in public. To the world, he is Antonio Luciano: CEO and founder of Moonlight Entertainment. While the average person would assume that to be a movie company, it's rather much more gruesome. Moonlight Entertainment is a string of nightclubs that are used for black market sales for the mafia of NYC.

I cannot help but smile as I connect with Jax through our shared thoughts, knowing that tonight may mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life. “Expanding on the request for assistance, I would greatly appreciate your expertise in ensuring that the training grounds are transformed into a captivating and enchanting space for the Tamsin moon celebration. The Tamsin moon, known for its mystical energy and ability to bring forth new beginnings, is a momentous occasion that calls for meticulous preparation.

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

NARRATIVE POV. Sheriff McKenna stood in front of the house listed on the card in his hand, checking the number to be sure he had the right place. 1388 Moonstone Drive, Greystone, CA 09101. He looked up at the burgundy cobblestone cottage, sitting alone in the middle of what felt like no man’s land. On his drive here, he hadn’t passed a single home, only a few scattered stores along the road. Down the street, there was only an empty filling station in sight, its neon lights flickering blue and red against the darkening evening. Beyond that, nothing stretched for miles, but a lonely road lined with winter-struck trees, their branches dry and bare, as if withering away.

Midnight came with the sound of rain. The Crescent Moon facility sat on Harbor Street like a monument to the dead a warehouse converted into something that pretended to be a medical facility but looked more like a mausoleum. Steel walls. No windows. A single entrance that was currently wide open, light spilling out onto the wet pavement like an invitation written in blood.

Following the discussion, Alphas from several packs agreed to establish a special supply route connecting agricultural areas and alchemist laboratories, while also opening up the potential for cross-regional material exchange. Noticing a pause in the discussion, I raised my hand and stood up. “I would like to propose an initiative from the Silvergrove Pack, Moon Market Project.” A moment of silence followed. All eyes turned to me. “Moon Market is an open-air trading hub that operates only at night, under the full supervision of the Supervisory Council and guards from various divisions. There, we can exchange rare potions, information, agricultural products, or even alliances in the form of p