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My heart burns from something I don’t understand. And Canis? He howls, not for lust. Not for revenge. For the mate who doesn’t want us. For the one thing we can’t have.

I gritted my teeth in pure resentment. Why? Why is he treating her like she actually means something to him!? Why?! I glared at the pictures, then picked them up. Something is wrong. I know it. I took out the lighter and started burning them. Something is definitely wrong. I smiled as I slowly watched the pictures burn and disappear. It’s alright though. I can fix it.

"I don't want to hurt you." It felt like my body was covered in flames. Flames that started from the inside and erupted out and around me like a backdraft. Those imaginary flames were a manifestation of the power bubbling to the surface and forcing its way out and feeding off my emotions. I needed to reign it in but, how could I?

I took a big gulp from the glass of whiskey, but as it burned my throat, it just felt like I poured fuel on the fire that was raging inside me. I groaned in frustration and set the glass down so hard I almost shattered it. “You look pissed,” Ben remarked, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t feeling this way. Pissed? That sounded like the greatest understatement of what I was feeling. I was burning. A furnace was ignited inside me, and it was consuming me from the inside. I was on fucking fire. Pissed doesn’t even bother to cover the fact that even now, sitting in his office, a huge part of my mind was occupied with the fantasy of what Kamari’s tits—oh, those tits that looked so full even un

He didn’t deserve my compassion; I doubted he would show me any. I wanted his dreams to burn. Beads of sweat began to form all over my body as the temperature in the room increased. I watched the tram move away and all I could think about was his goals burning to ash. I could see it smoke pillowing out, machines melting, paper burning. It brought a smile to my face. I imagined the look on his face as he watched his dreams burn. I hoped it stung, I hoped he knew he didn’t deserve his happy ending. The tram halts in its tracks, unable to fight the flames any longer. Burn, Burn, Burn I chant in my head. Demanding to see it turn into nothing more but a pile of melted metal. Part of me wished he

"The only Love of My life dear Jacob..." She than paused and stared at those words for a long time, she didn't know what else to write. Her eyes started filling with tears when she remembered his last cruel words for her. "Go away...... I don't want you." She touched her belly as she leaned on the chair and closed the notebook feeling disappointed. She had thought that she would write Jacob about her feelings and child but she didn't have any courage to again face his rejection and cruel words. She simply gave up the idea as she went to sleep.

I seethed silently, my anger burning hot beneath my skin. He carried me silently, his grip firm yet gentle. I simmered with anger, while my mind raced with so many thoughts. First, I'd turned to Hero for help, a desperate act to save myself. Now, he assumed I was pregnant, even offering to buy the baby! It was a chaotic mess. The situation wasn't going smoothly, it was catching fire and burning my entire life down in the process.

The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe. Panic is setting in as I realize I have no way to put the fire out. Anytime trouble starts I have a hard time focusing and I can’t think, like right now. Come on Clara you have to do something. I look around me, I can feel my heart racing faster than the speed of light. I can barely see through the sweat dripping in my eyes, I spit my gardenhose in the lake -I can use that to put to try putting out the fire.

Summer’s Point of View I found myself caught between two raging storms, unsure which tempest to surrender to—to the wild symphony of my heart, a frenzied orchestra of beats, or the seductive whisper that called my name. My throat became as parched as a desert, for I had absolutely no capability to engage in conversation with him. The mere thought of our previous encounter, which was still as vivid as a freshly painted canvas in my mind, left a bitter taste in my mouth. I could imagine it in his eyes, a burning disdain that could rival the intensity of a thousand suns — as if a storm of loathing was brewing just beneath the surface. It was crystal clear that he harbored an undeniable aversion

I breathe, my voice shaking as I pull my hand back and stare at it. Blue fire wraps around my fingers now, calm and steady, like this is its natural state. Like this is how it has always wanted to exist. I do not feel a thing. No pain. No burn. No damage. How can something be on fire and not hurt. How can I be on fire and still be standing. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might tear itself apart. My breath comes uneven as I press my back against the sink, staring at my reflection.