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Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

I sat on the bed in the guest room until 3:00 a.m. There wasn't any noise coming from Jeffrey's room next door. In the meantime, I used the new phone that Helen had bought me and found a fairly good apartment. It was just dawn. The whole house was silent. I held my leather shoes and went out barefoot. When I walked outside, I suddenly saw Jeffrey's car. Next to the car, a person leaned against it, playing with his phone. I was afraid to see Jeffrey standing there.

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Sarah stirred awake, her body sinking into the plush mattress beneath her. The warmth of the silk sheets wrapped around her, unfamiliar yet undeniably comforting. For a fleeting moment, she forgot where she was. But her eyes fluttered open, the realization hit her, this wasn’t her tiny apartment. She sat up, glancing around her room. It was far bigger than anywhere she had lived. The high ceilings, intricate moldings, and floor to ceiling windows made it feel more like a hotel suite not a bedroom. A grand chandelier hung overhead, sparkling even in the daylight.

“We’re pretty laid back here, and no one will ask about your past. You’ll have a brand new start.” I nodded gratefully, instinctively rubbing the underside of my wrist with my fingertips. That was the spot where Leonard had marked me. After I dissolved our Mate Bond, all that remained of the bite mark was a faint scar. Even the deepest imprints would slowly fade with time. The same went for my grief and sorrow. I was confident that my new life by the beautiful sea would help me heal. With Lena’s help, I started a new job at the library. The head librarian’s name was Ethan, and he was surprisingly young and handsome.

My heart felt as though it had been plunged into ice. He did not believe me. Grief crashed over me until my vision swam. Then my phone rang again. The number was unfamiliar. "Rowena," a man said urgently. "This is your senior, Alan Mercer. Professor Gilford asked me to contact you. Hello? Are you all right?" "Senior Mercer…" My voice shook. "Help me." - Half an hour later, a tall werewolf appeared in my room as if he had stepped out of thin air. His expression tightened when he saw the blood.

Sir Geswer's sister threatened with her eyes, but at the same time she began to quiver, restrain ing her laughter with difficulty. Hegwin bit his lips; and Corinna dropped her eyes till the long lashes threw a shadow on her cheeks. “You are a young man,” said Zastar, “but a soldier of experience.” “I am twenty-two years old, and I have served the country seven years without ceasing; for I escaped to the field from the lowest bench in my fifteenth year,” answered the young man.

I am so sorry for not updating this story T_T I've had a rough year. I basically moved to the USA from Nepal as an international student and the changes have been hectic. I am almost done with my freshman year. I live in New York, and everything is so fast-paced here that I even have difficulty breathing sometimes. I romanticized new york sm and am still romanticizing it. But in general, it is tough to survive here. I am a little more stable now so I will try to update the chapters on time. I have a lot of hopes for this novel in general. But I am not sure if I will make it. But I am not gonna give up. Please bear with me. Thank you so much for all the reads up until now. I am grateful that