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I don't seem to understand you; what has my sister got to do with all these? “Well, well, well, let me help you remember properly. “Every time you're in danger, she's always there to save you; she thinks she's better than everyone else. She shields you almost like a mother hen. Who gave her such rights to act as a savior over your lif”e? She's been in our way for too long and has to be taken out off the way once and for all. She has been given a 24-hour ultimatum to give herself in or watch you die. I'm out of here, bitch.

my wife said joining my sister and I in the dinning table "She can take care of herself, you don't have to worry about her" "I know, its just that I feel like she might be taking this thing a bit irresponsibly* "She's a kid, it's normal for her to behave like that, but that's where we come in, knowing her she might be having crazy delusional fantasy of taking the goblin down" "But that's my point, I don't want her even thinking of that creep" My sister speaks up"she has no choice, its her destiny"

"You are new to guard duty?" "They are rotating more warriors through." His voice was carefully neutral. "Lots of people are... sick." Something in his tone made me look up. "Someone you know?" His jaw tightened. "My sister. Clara… She's twelve." The same age I had been when everything changed. When I had learned what it meant to be powerless. "I am sorry," I said, and meant it. "Yeah." He stared at the floor. "Me too." The silence stretched between us. I could see the war on his face… duty versus desperation. The same war I had fought my whole life.

Sister was standing about thirty feet away from me, doing the same as me. "Sister!" I shouted, "We have to knock those people down in one go!" "I agree!" Sister called out loudly, "Come and grab my hand!" I moved slowly, passing Samil's soldiers until I could reach Sister's hand. "Let's put them all into a coma," I told her while cumulating more magic in my veins. "You and your moral values… Do you think they deserve to live?" Sister chuckled evilly. "I am not going to kill them! They do not even know what they are fighting for!" I hissed angrily.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

He was taking the news of Alisia's running away from their home more harder than one would think he should have. "Don't say that, Adrian. You don't deserve bad things just because your sister ran away from home." I consoled. "I do, and that is the truth. My sister would be at home right now, in her room, if I had been a good and capable brother. It is my duty to protect and watch over her, Dannie. Tell me what kind of brother it makes me for my sister to run away from home?" he argued. "But it was no fault of yours that she ran away, Adrian. It was Alisia's decision to run away from the house. For whatever reason that she wanted, she did it. It is not your fault." I said.

"No need to help your sister, Dave. She's good enough to handle your businesses. She made your parents proud and she's a good example of being a boss." Dave shrugged his shoulder. "Yeah, that sounds great for her. I am proud to be his brother yet..." He paused and sighed, deeply. "I was a jerk who left her the responsibility. That should be me, who will be tired all day and that should be me, exhausting from work and papers." Harvey tapped his shoulder. "The least you can do to help your sister is to stay by her side. She was tough and brave enough to face the challenges of your company." He informed his friend. "And every battle she takes, she wins and never lose hope."

I cannot seem to understand how it's this could happen…if my sister is dead; do I have to remain at this position forever? I cannot believe that she is no longer here. I've been waiting for her but she was never going to come back. I've been hoping that I would see her. I've been waiting for to hear her voice, I've been waiting for anything that would show me that she was still here. Fey is no longer in this world. I can’t believe that my sister is dead. I will not see her any longer. I can't even begin to understand how to control myself. How can I make sure that my heart is ready to accept this?

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

I pause, then add, “Mum never showed me any. Even when I asked.” He says nothing, just cups water in his hands and pours it gently over my skin. Warm. Comforting. But I miss his touch, miss the way his fingers make me feel like I’m safe, like I’m not broken. After a beat, I ask, “Was your sister involved in the fight tonight?” “She was upstairs. Fighting the women and any of Damian’s remaining kin,” he exhales. “She’s leader of the female betas.” I nod silently, the memory of her fierce expression when she barged into my room resurfacing. I banish it.