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He pulled a black bag from the glove compartment when he finally climbed in after fumbling with his keys. "Here," I look up from mom's eyelashes to see a pair of dog collars in his hand. Like, literal dog collars, black with silver spikes. I sneer away from him. "Alpha has instructed you both to wear one, they have a line of silver on the inside to ensure you don't shift and so you can't communicate with your wolf." He mumbled with sorrowful eyes as he pushed them toward us again.

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The bar they entered was nestled among a vibrant street full of other establishments, each showing off its unique ambiance at night. As Ryu and Yuka strolled through the lively crowd, they observed people lingering outside the various bars, engrossed in conversations, puffing on cigarettes, or quietly contemplating whether it was time to call it a night. The bar was just ahead, and Ryu gestured to the left, pointing out the entrance of the bar. With a shy expression, Yuka thanked him as he courteously held the door open for her.

Mr Hunt snapped. “Sorry sir was just asking for the page number, but I have all my attention focused on you,” Taine replied, and a few people laughed. Mr Hunt waited until they were silent and continued explaining. “What page was it again?” He whispered. “Page look it up.” I sarcastically replied, and he laughed. “Sir please remind me what a line of latitude is,” Taine called out pretending to be listening. How does he get that right? Mr Hunt smiled at the request and began explaining.

The gardener looked at me with a mix of pity and horror. "Dig it up. The smell stinks." My voice was indifferent. Watching the tree crash down, its roots—connected to the earth's ley lines—exposed to the air, I felt nothing but relief. I returned to the study and found the Blood Oath scrolls and cards Ethan had written to me. I shoved them, stack by stack, into the magical shredding array. The array hummed, and the sweet nothings that once made my wolf's heart race instantly turned into meaningless dust.

Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed. It was a photo of two hands tightly holding each other, and I recognized Zach's hand immediately. His left hand, where a ring should have been, was now marked only by a faint line. The caption read: "No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

Marko's hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the camera, snapping photos of the gathering. It became clear that Amber was at the center of a conspiracy, orchestrating plans that ran deeper than he had imagined. Phrases like "final shipment" and "no loose ends" echoed in his ears, each word adding weight to the gravity of the situation. Marko's mind raced as he pieced together the implications of their discussion.

"Do it!" I sprinted toward the maintenance panel, my hands flying over the controls. I didn't need to read the labels; I could *see* the result of every lever I pulled. The pipes hissed and groaned, releasing a thick, blinding curtain of steam into the main tunnel just as the agents rounded the corner. Back in the vault, Leo finished the final line of code. "It’s done! The data is queued. As soon as the main broadcast starts, it’s going to hit every screen in Oakhaven."

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

my agent snapped at me, and I tore my eyes away from Finny and looked at him. "You were just called," he said and I knew that the cameras were on me. I had no clue what pick we were in and what team was even up there, but when I looked up, I saw that it was the LA Thunder up there and the number three was flashing on the screen with my face.