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“Come meet the children. They rarely get new visitors.” Once inside the house, the sound of children at play grew louder as pups of various ages played a tag game in the house. When one little girl with a wild mop of blonde hair screamed and the red-headed boy about to tag her flew 6 feet in the air, only to land perfectly on his toes, hovering above the scratched hardwood floor for a moment before landing gracefully on his toes, it was quite obvious that this was no ordinary game of tag. Each of these pups is uniquely special. Just like Bash.

They stand out even among their impressive entourage. Alpha Percy dismounts his "steed," landing deftly on the gravel below from the center of the small cluster of people. As if in silent tandem, his companion – Luna Darla, presumably - dismounts, too, with an eerie, lithe grace to her movements that reminds Alcina of- absurdly enough, a jungle cat. The two of them are like an otherworldly picture, painted of the exact intricate magic as that which had created Lord Brendan's remarkable image.

Their voices were low, their expressions animated, and their laughter seemed to mock me. I wished Ingrid were here. She always knew how to make me feel at ease, how to bridge the gap between me and others. But I couldn’t keep depending on her for everything. I had to stand on my own as Luna. The games began shortly after the tea had been served. A servant brought out a set of intricately carved wooden hoops, a basket of cloth balls, and a series of hand-painted tiles, each bearing a symbol of the Pack’s history. The games were steeped in tradition, meant to showcase wit, dexterity, and a sense of camaraderie among the women of the Pack.

VERENA “See what you did?” Dory glares at Drake, who scratches the back of his neck. “Eh…it's a game where, um…you throw a ping-pong ball in plastic cups that have…” Drake looks at Dory hesitantly before answering, “Apple juice.” Ezra looks at them with amusement. “Wow. That sounds awesome. I want to play beer pong too!” He chirps and shifts his gaze towards me. “Mommy, can we play beer pong?”

Remi said, dropping down to the little pup’s level, “you can keep your cookies. I can always get some more; you enjoy your cookies.” “C’mon Myra,” Mrs. Richards called. “Bye-bye Beta Remi,” the little girl said, as she ran towards Mrs. Richards. “Alfwa, will you come bak and pway wef us?” a little male pup asked. “Tell you what, we will all come back to play with you on Sunday.” Ryder told them, “Luna will cheer for all of us.” The pups got excited and hurried back to Mrs. Richards. “I’ll let the parents know about Sunday’s game.” She told Ryder.

“It’s not a plane. You know that most people don’t have their own planes, right?” “Daddy Luigi does,” Carl shrugged. “So I thought maybe we were getting one too.” “Good god,” I said, rolling my eyes at Logan. “I know what it is,” Mira said, her eyes sparkling. “It’s a new pony. Right?” We currently owned three horses, but Mira wanted a pony. Which we were actually in the process of buying, since we wanted all the children to be skilled at horseback riding. “It’s not an animal of any sort,” I said. “How about you stop guessing, because you’ll never guess it. It’s such a big surprise. You’re all way off base.”

DAMIEN POV Such a little nuisance! She stretched her legs, curling her toes playfully. Rubbing the spot where her bandage has once been. “Little doll”. I spoke softly. Lowering the papers. She turned to look at me. “Get dressed. You're accompanying me to a banquet tonight.” “W….what? That sudden?” She questioned disbelievingly, blinking at me. “Yes. The stylists from the other day will be here in a short while”. She was speechless, watching me with a stunned expression.

They leaned into each other, the world shrinking until there was only the steady rise and fall of their breath, the silent promise in their touch. But just as the fragile peace began to settle, a sharp ping cut through the quiet. Callie’s phone blinked from the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a new message. She reached for it, heart pounding. “You can’t hide forever. The game is just beginning.” Xander’s eyes darkened as he read the words, his jaw tightening. “She’s watching us,” he said, voice low and heavy with warning. Callie squeezed his hands tightly, refusing to let the fear take root. “Then we’ll make sure she never sees us coming.”

“That’s good. Right, daddy? Missy is fun. Maybe mommy and Missy can be friends?” I resist the urge to snort. It’s such an innocent question, but I expect pigs to fly before Monica ever becomes friends with someone as inherently good and perfect as Missy. “Maybe,” I lifted a brow at Monica, and couldn’t help but laugh at her sour expression. When we get to the little play area at the beginning of the market, many of the kids are on their parent’s phones having a pokemon go competition since the community center is a pokestop and arena. There is a little table set up with prizes for the winners.

sound. Angela's reaction was immediate. She jumped up in excitement, her whole body seeming to light up. In front of them was a store with a large, colorful display featuring characters from the Rainbow Pony show. Standing outside was someone in a full-body costume of a pink pony with a sparkly mane. "Arabella, look! It's Pinkie!" Angela squealed, pointing at the mascot. She turned to Bella, eyes wide with wonder. "It's really her!" Bella smiled down at the little girl, clearly pleased by her reaction. "Do you want to take a picture with her?" she asked.