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My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

I should be ashamed of myself. As the morning hours passed, I successfully shook the ugly dream from my head. Instead, I focused on the work. I wasn't able to find anything suspicious about Alexei's operations. Yes, the mutts were treated poorly by him and his subordinates, but who cared? I certainly didn't. Right? "Mom." I softened when entering the library, finding my mom in her favorite armchair with a book in her hand. Love & War by Scribble Nook. A collection of short stories by multiple authors. She enjoyed all that action and romance.

This was the story that Arthur Vane tried to keep hidden. Manon told me that my mother did not just teach kids how to read. The School of the Hidden Vine was about more than that. My mother taught kids about the land and where it came from. She used the money my father sent her to buy back land that companies wanted to build hotels on. My mother made an area, around this village that no company can touch. She called it her Hidden Vineyard or the Invisible Vineyard. Manon said this was my mothers dream, the Hidden Vineyard.

But I still didn’t believe him. Until he handed it to me. I read it. My mother’s name that was engraved on the hard bound cover. Her letter in every pages about me, and my Dad. Her stories about her fights against the neighboring pack, and the invaders. Including her thoughts when she found out I was wolfless… My shoulder slumped down. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to refuse acknowledging it. But my mother’s penmanship, and Alice’s silence was more convincing than my faith. My mother knew I was wolfless, and in the following pages, she talked about how she wanted to give me everything when I grew up.

No family photos, paintings on the wall, nor rags. Alexander Phoenix Williams had a principle that family would come first, and he made sure to leave the office on time and spend time with us. He had a high ceiling symmetry dark-stained wood office and library at home he shared with Mom. My mother, Samantha collected all the books published by her publishing house plus the books she had when she was young. She was also a fantasy-adventure author under the pseudonym of Hanna Andry. Dad’s fingers were linked together on top of his desk without uttering a word.

Hera cupped her cheeks as Ms. Reyes, their Creative Fiction teacher, drowned them with the ingredients for a perfect story. They’ve been discussing it for days but, aside from feeling bored and stupid, she learned nothing. She understood a pinch of what she was saying, though; however, more than that was just wishful thinking.

Always aware. Downstairs, Mafungashe was already awake, sorting through Sipho’s old ledgers and files in the library. He had begun a careful investigation of his father’s empire, piecing together inconsistencies in accounts, unusual transfers, and whispers of accidents that had always been dismissed. The board managed the wealth efficiently, but the anomalies hinted at a subtle hand guiding events, invisible to all but those who looked carefully.