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he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

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“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

I turned to face the window, hiding the faint smile that tugged at my lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. He didn’t answer, but his hand tightened slightly on the wheel — just enough for me to know that he’d heard me. ***The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the Lawson estate, scattering fragments of gold across the marble floor. I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of the woman who gazed back at me — the woman I was becoming. Nova. But not the same Nova who used to cower behind her grandmother’s fence, afraid of whispers, afraid of eyes that mocked and judged. Not the girl who cried herself to sleep because her father chose another family over her.

Because names mattered. Names carried identity. Purpose. Meaning. Mrs. Holt leaned back in her chair. “What about Lakeside Hope?” Eleanor considered it. “Too generic.” “What about Renewal House?” Ava suggested. Damian nodded thoughtfully. “Better.” Nova raised her hand. Nobody had asked for raised hands. She raised it anyway. “Yes?” Adrian asked cautiously. “I have an idea.” Of course she did. Naturally. The child folded her hands together. “What about Tomorrow House?” Silence.