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The occasional sobs from the she-wolves were the only sound. Anthony remained kneeling, his face ashen. His clenched fists bled from the pressure, realizing that all his harsh words had been heard by his son. How much pain and despair had Andrew felt when he died? Suddenly, a voice shouted, "Lucas does not deserve the Warrior’s Medal! His evil deeds are beyond even the Moon Goddess’s forgiveness!" Other werewolves chimed in, "Yes, such a vicious pup should be thrown into the dark forest and let the lone wolves devour his bones!"

Was our house really mortgaged? @Death Wish

"Please, hang on. I beg of you." "Finally!" Lord Mortis exclaimed beside me, his voice dripping with wicked glee. "You wanted death, so I gave it to you. Your mate, the only one with the power to kill you, has stabbed you in the chest. Ironic, isn't it? Best part, she's human. This can't be more perfect." He chuckled maniacally, clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."

I picture the dirt underneath the grass, and the rocks underneath the trees. I feel the fire recede, its oppressive heat disappearing. I open my eyes, and the fire is completely gone. But how did I do that? There’s no time to wonder. The Hunter who hurt Alec turns to me and raises his sword. His eyes are cold and cruel. I raise my hand, and my dad’s bracelet glows white hot against my wrist. Ripping the bracelet off, I throw it, and, almost as if it were sentient and with a mission, it wraps around the Hunter’s hand. He yanks at it and curses, but it holds.

I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief. Davis pads over to me, his fur coated in blood. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. I nod, still in shock from the fight. "We need to move," I say, gesturing to the bodies. The four of us drag the hunters' bodies into the woods, my side screaming in pain the whole time. "I got it." Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened.

I worked myself to the point of coughing blood, yet Damon would just cover his nose in disgust and say, “Where’d you even get that blood? You’re going all out just to fake illness, aren’t you? Is it because we’re close to Sophia? You hate her that much that you’ll compete over everything?” Matt didn’t even look at me, busy texting Sophia. “No wonder she said you’re manipulative. If she hadn’t exposed you, we’d still be fooled by your act.” Chris outright locked me in my room. “Stop pretending. Why can’t you be more like Sophia? If you were half as good as her, we wouldn’t hate you this much. Reflect on yourself. Don’t come out until you’ve figured it out!” But, without part of my liver, I ca

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

Morgott sneered, “They say I am a demon who kills people or supreme beings without blinking an eye. That I’m cruel and would commit heinous crimes.” He raised his voice and shouted, “But! I can say with confidence that no matter where I’ve gone, I’ve never killed a human.” Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. James narrowed his eyes, seemingly coming to a realization. Morgott’s spirit was undeniably potent. He could possess or manipulate any living entity, and he was immortal. It would not be long before his seal was lifted, and he could take over their bodies to seek revenge.