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Skye had told me that I wasn’t able to tell anyone and I had to keep it hidden. When I was around anyone, she would disappear so others couldn’t sense her. She was a beautiful wolf, I don’t understand why she wanted to hide. But I hadn’t questioned her reasons. Skye was a large black wolf with vibrant blue eyes and she had a white crescent moon on her left hip.

Zephyra splashed into the water. Before thinking about all the water that had entered into her nose, she looked around for the woman. She saw a shadowy figure swimming away from Fantascia. The first thing she noticed was that the woman was swimming at great speed with her webbed feet. Everything was visible to her. Why was everything visible to her? Before she could squeeze more out of the second she was inside the water, Bailewick had tied a rope around her and pulled her out. The next second, she was riding Bailewick live a pair of water skies.

“I know you’re there, baby… You didn’t think I’d just disappear, did you?” My blood turned to ice. I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen in disbelief. “Baby…?” I whispered, the word tasting like poison on my tongue. I was about to snarl into the phone and demand answers when Skye’s sleepy voice stopped me cold from behind. “Zane…? What are you doing out here?” I turned slowly. Skye stood in the doorway, wrapped only in the white duvet, one hand rubbing her tired eyes. She looked soft, innocent, and completely unaware.

Yet, until departure, Adelaide only nodded and said, "Farewell." Skye forced a smile. "Take care." Mrs. Voss accompanied her as they descended the stone steps. Mrs. Voss, known for her bluntness, noticed Skye left empty-handed and asked, "Luna Skye, why didn't Adelaide give you a painting? You're her aunt." Skye's fir pheromones turned sour. The temporary mark on her neck broke out in red rashes. Her wolf claws dug into her palm, tearing the velvet skirt.

Now, they seem to rely on each other as they both aim to seek justice and revenge for what happened to me. “You tell him, Gab, of why can't we let him join us in this crazy Supremo thing I am into,” Skye said without giving the phone to Gab despite what she seemed to have ordered the man to do. Instead of handing the phone to Gab, Skye seemed to move a hand to Gab and soon he sat next to Skye. I saw their faces on the screen, right next to each other. “If you appear here, your presence may rattle the water which Skye had just managed to calm after feeding fear to the crocodiles that seemed to be waiting silently for a chance to devour her.”

˙❥ VALKYRIE Our feet dug into the damp earth as we plunged deeper into the forest. Our footsteps were hushed on stones and tall grasses. “You are sure we won't be caught?” My voice came out shaky. Almost trembling. “Yeah. This is where Azi takes her training.” Skye gave me a brief glance. He was ahead, his body snatched and fit within his slightly-tight warrior coat. He moved seamlessly, like he didn't have two Omegas trailing behind him, who might be punished if caught.

He bit back a growl trying not to scare her but failed when she took a small step back from him. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to scare you. Just trust me, okay?” Cheyenne did trust him but she was confused as to why he wanted her to turn around. She did it anyway, giving him her towel wrapped back. She stiffened when Skylar moved her hair over her shoulders and clutches her towel. Skylar could already see the large slashed scars around her shoulder blades and top of her back that indeed looked like she had been whipped. “Do you trust me?”

The silver shackles snap like twigs as her wolf form bursts free in an explosion of power. A massive, furious white wolf now stands where Bella had been. Skye's golden eyes lock onto my mother with pure, murderous intent. "Skye—wait!" I shout. She doesn't. With a snarl that shakes the cave, Skye lunges. My mother barely has time to raise her arm before Skye's jaws clamp down on it with brutal force. The sickening crunch of bone echoes through the chamber as blood sprays across the stone floor. My mother cries out in pain, stumbling back.

Skye let through a little bit more of her power. “Showoff,” I teased her via link. “If you’ve got it...” she trailed off in a giggle. “She’s a white wolf.” “There’s never been a white wolf before.” “She must be the Moon Goddess’ daughter.” “She’s powerful.” “She’s beautiful.” These are the comments that were going around as Skye approached Darrin. As a wolf, she was still taller than the guy as she looked down at him, daring him to say anything else. He gulped and stepped back, almost falling over. I was still watching her when a little boy tugged at my leg.

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex