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She decided to enjoy her present and learn from her past and whatever comes next, she will scale through as always. And with all that in mind, she shut her eyes, a smile on her face as she drifted into a beautiful slumber, hoping for a better tomorrow. THE END Hi starlights! This is your author Cathystar! Gosh I'm so happy we finally got to the end of this book but don't go anywhere yet as I will be releasing the epilogue soon. It's been a long ride for Rebecca and Tyler and I apologize if this book may be lacking in anyway. I'm still getting use to writing werewolf books and I promise to improve as time goes on.

I guess she hopes I never get my wolf, then she can torment me for as long as she wants. I sighed frustratedly and started taking out my textbook and notebook when Rebecca appeared next to me. She was wearing a skirt and a school shirt, scowling at me. “You lucky runt, next time you won’t be able to get away.” Rebecca said and went to grab at me, but before she could there was a hand on my shoulder. We both looked as Judy appeared next to me, smiling softly as she went to sit in the chair next to mine. Rebecca looked a little worried by her sudden appearance and I wondered why.

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

"How is that even possible? You must hit your head or something to return to the past." "I guess Ares kissing her had triggered her childhood before the abduction," I look over my shoulder to see Jo sleeping peacefully. Dr. Warner gave me another sedative just in case Jo had her episodes again. But this seems different. "I will have to contact Warner tomorrow, and probably he will give us some answers as to why Jo is five again."

- Samael thought as he prepared himself for a meeting with Nadir. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At the same time, Maria found the book she was looking for from the owner of an antiques shop, but it was her property and it was impossible to buy or borrow the book, so Maria sat down at a table in the back of the shop, took out her notebook and copied the ritual she was interested in with all the drawings, which needed to be outlined. The owner of the book additionally instructed them on how to prepare for such a serious ritual, how to cleanse the room after it has been performed, so that nothing uninvited would remain in it. The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particu

Fiona’s kind of venom didn’t die that easily. Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by the ticking of the old clock on the mantel. Rebecca squeezed her knees tighter, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to stand up and shout that none of this was fair, that she had no control. But her throat locked. She stayed curled in the shadows, invisible, clinging to the hope that Ryan’s words weren’t what they seemed. Footsteps creaked. Slow, measured, deliberate. Rebecca’s breath hitched. Someone was moving at the porch.

Suddenly, the back door of the classroom slammed open with a loud bang. A girl with a high ponytail burst inside. The metal studs on her black leather jacket scraped against the doorframe with a sharp clatter. A few streaks of pale gold hair slipped loose from her ponytail and swayed beside her face like flickers of sunlight, drawing attention to the small beauty mark under her eye. It was Laura, the rebellious girl Horace had called his "true love" in my last life. Her lashes trembled, fierce and angry, like a cornered animal ready to strike. She marched straight toward Horace.

Then all of them started talking again at the same time, louder than before, and a tall sharp faced woman with silver markings climbing up her neck reached out and grabbed my arm with a grip that was surprisingly strong and started pulling me toward the door. "Excuse me!" I said. "That is my arm!" She did not let go. Ryun moved. I did not see him move. One moment he was standing across the chamber and the next he was between me and the elder woman and his voice came out so low it did not sound like it belonged to anything human and it vibrated through the stone floor and up through the soles of my feet and every single elder in that room took one simultaneous step backwards. I looked at his

Thank you so much for reading everyone, I really appreciate it and would be grateful for any reviews or feedback. I have really enjoyed writing this book and loved every moment of it, but the story is far from over and book two will be coming out soon following Charlie’s quest in finding her hybrid mother and discovering what happens with Alpha Zach as well as what it means to be Queen of the Lycans. Does Charlie find her way back to Max or does she choose Alpha Zach? Will Max stand by his vow? Only time will tell.

"I need you to come in tomorrow. We need to prepare for this seriously." I spent three hours with Rebecca the next afternoon, going through every article Vivian had written, every business decision that could be reframed as aggressive, every piece of my history that Catherine's team could weaponize. By the end I was tired in a specific way that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion. Walking back through the gallery I passed Yuna Park, who'd started three days ago and was already reorganizing the east wing storage with a system that made more sense than anything David had implemented. She looked up briefly and went back to work without making conversation.