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We both burst into laughter, our voices echoing through the hallway. "So," I grinned, "if I ever need to take someone down, I just call you?" "Exactly," Ivy said, tilting her chin up proudly. "Professional arrogance destroyer, at your service." I pretended to wipe away a tear. "Beautiful. Simply beautiful." Ivy chuckled, nudging me with her elbow. "You’re alright, Olivia. I think we’re going to be good friends." I smiled at her. "Yeah. I think so too." Before either of us could say more, a sudden chime echoed from a distant part of the house.

Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together. Finally, her composure cracked. She grabbed a knife and slashed it across her arm. Then, she smiled and said, “Evan, I gave you ninety-nine lashes with the rod. I’ll repay you now, one cut at a time! Tell me, can’t we start over now?” Her warm blood spattered across my face, but I simply watched in silence. When she raised the knife again, I finally said in a cold and unwavering voice, “No matter what you do, we’re nothing but strangers now.

The man who never backed down now looked like a sleeping ghost. But Olivia wasn’t afraid. Not tonight. Tonight she was bringing him back. She gripped the vial in her hand, stolen essence, shimmering like liquid moonlight mixed with shadow. It pulsed with a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “Ethan,” she whispered. “I’m here. I’m not losing you again. Not to fire. Not to curses. Not to the Widow.” Her voice cracked on the last word. She placed her other hand on his chest. Cold. Too cold.

Jason whispers in my ear, sending warm chills over my body. "Hey, my love," I whisper back, "I love you but can we go in the house now, I'm freezing?" He laughs a little and pulls me into the house.

Now he trembled beneath her gaze, his aura flickering weakly, like a dying ember gasping for air. Something twisted in her chest. Not pity. Closure. Her power surged outward, green light stretching across the clearing like a storm front rolling in. The pressure forced wolves lower, instincts screaming submission. She lifted her chin, shoulders squared, spine unbreakable. When she spoke, her voice was steady. It shook the earth. “Tonight,” Rebel said, “the Omega you tormented dies.” A sharp inhale swept through the pack. “I am not your victim,” she continued. “I am not your shame. I am not the girl you broke and left bleeding in the dirt.”

I looked behind and saw Leroy and the two were walking towards us. "Hey Snow, Hey man." Said Dax and I couldn’t help but glance at Eion beside him who just nodded his head in the direction of Luke, glancing at me briefly before diverting his gaze. I decided to just leave it for a while. Just then, the song changed. “Good morning and goodnight I wake up at twilight It's gonna be alright We don't even have to try It's always a good time.” Good time by Owl City ft. Carly Rae Jepsen blasted through the speakers. Yeah, just like the song says, it's a good time. I bobbed my head to the tune, lost from the song.

She quietly sat on the bed and placed her on the bed's backrest. Olivia is humming a song but she stops when Dawn gets her attention by saying; "Why am I here? And do I know you, Miss?" she turned her back to face her, when she saw that she was really awake, she put down the papers on her hand. As if on cue, she reached for the fresh blood and flesh of the animal. She made Izolda bring it earlier for her, she handed it to her but Dawn just cringed, and didn't like the smell. Try to sip on this, this will make you better, she persuades her.

] Olivia yelled with despair in her voice. [Then all of you climb on my back!] I shifted back to my werewolf form and waited until the twins were safe and secure on my back while Olivia used her phantom power to run as fast as she could. I felt Olivia in my head as she whispered. It was the kind of voice I had not heard from her in a very, very long time. [I made a huge mistake, Samantha. I regret everything I did—]

Her voice trembled with a mix of vulnerability and unwavering resolve as she exclaimed, "I have every right to seek justice for my parents! They deserve to be avenged!" Kael, reveled in Olivia's display of determination. His laughter, cold and sinister, echoed through the air, sending shivers down her spine. "Your determination won't save you now, Olivia," he mocked, his voice laced with malice. "These cloned werewolves, programmed to eliminate you, will be the instrument of your demise. Prepare to meet your end."

Olivia I sobbed in Damien's arms for a while. Then I stood up and threw the remains of the amulet as far as I could into the forest. And then I screamed at the sky until my voice broke. And when I was so wrung out that all I could do was sit by the creek and stare at the water, Damien came and crouched on his heels next to me. He did not speak, at first. He just watched me, and waited. "I don't want to be a vampire," I told him.