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I stopped and looked down at the cart. Three full boxes, all of them my own belongings. But before I could speak, the charge nurse rushed over in front of everyone. "Grace Walker, open your boxes. I need to check them." I stood in front of the cart. "You do not have that authority." I said it to the charge nurse, but my eyes stayed fixed on Valerie. Because she was the one who had whispered to the charge nurse, and then the charge nurse had called me back.

Just turned her back and walked away like I was nothing. She’s alive. Still breathing. Still dangerous. Still wearing that Shadowmoor crest like she didn’t help light a match to my world. And Penelope? She’s hers. Same pack. Same legacy. But gods, she’s not her. Penelope looked at me like she wasn’t sure she was worthy of being looked at. Like she was waiting to be thrown aside. I’ve seen girls seduce with their eyes. But she? She ached. And fuck me—I ached back.

She could hope in that. The house was silent as she sat there and folded all the letters. Nancy had gone to bed. Penelope tucked the letters safely where no one could see them. She returned the half-empty bottle of wine to the bar and started to head to her room. But the journey, worry, her overthinking, and now the thought of Avenge shadowing her was taking its toll on her. She stood at the threshold of her room to gather her strength together. Before she knew it her feet gave out from under her and she fell to the ground.

The article cleverly disguised Penelope's real name and was divided into three parts: beginning, middle, and end. Joey was better at evoking emotions than I was. She took the material I provided and added dramatic flair to make Penelope's story even more heart-wrenching. For example, she described how Penelope was left alone at home without warm clothing in the midst of winter while her aunt and uncle indulged in gambling. Penelope shivered as she went out to gather firewood to keep warm. Upon returning, her aunt and uncle, having lost money, accused her of stealing food and subjected her to beatings, leaving her standing in the snow, on the brink of freezing to death.

Underneath, her blouse clung to her like armor she forgot how to remove. “I designed it,” she said. “Langford gave the orders. I gave the system bones. Backdoors. Encryption. Failsafes. I didn’t know at first what it would be used for.” “But you found out,” Isolde whispered. Penelope’s laugh was dry. “Of course I did. I found women buried in databases. Secrets traded like currency. And I found… Vivienne’s name.” Isolde flinched. “I tried to help her,” Penelope added, softer. “I really did. But by then, Langford already had his claws in her. And I knew if I moved too soon, he’d erase her.”

I wondered. Penelope shook her head. “There can't be so many coincidences,” she reasoned. “But we're going to need to catch them in the act before we allow ourselves to be certain that they're having an affair,” I said. “Let's hope we're that lucky,” she replied. I finished my meal and Penelope took the dishes away. I sat by my window for some time watching the members of the pack start to retire for the night. When I got tired of that, I picked up the book I had collected from the library and after reading a few pages, I concluded that I was just deceiving myself.

another maid said silently as they walked past Selene and Penelope after bowing their heads. “I thought she would be working with us after being sent down by the Luna.” “Maybe the king has taken a liking to her.” Selene heard some of their conversations, but she knew more than anyone that this gossip was normal and would eventually occur in the palace. She raised her chin high as she walked towards the library entrance. The smell of books hit her nostrils when she got into the library. Penelope closed the door behind Selene and stood outside the library. Selene smiled when she saw rows of books arranged on the shelf. She began to look at different books. Some were about werewolves, and some

I sent the text, tucked my phone back into my pocket and went in search of Penelope. Finally! I can have her to myself. I roamed the long, barren corridors of the prison, peering into each cell as I passed, but Penelope was nowhere to be found. I followed her scent, a faint trail of lavender that led me to the prison yard. As I stepped outside, the fresh air filled my lungs, but my relief was short-lived. In the center of the yard, I saw Penelope standing alone, her back to me. She was staring at something in the distance, her shoulders hunched and her head bowed. She looked defeated, her usual strength and resilience nowhere to be found.

She always defended me in front of outsiders, never hurt me. I felt hot tears running down my cheeks. There was a knock on the door, and Penelope stopped giving me a hard time. She immediately stopped her actions, took a step back, and kept her distance from me. The maid's voice was at the door, and I didn't even know if she had heard my conversation with Penelope. "Miss Wilson, Miss Taylor, dinner is ready. Please come down and eat." Turns out Penelope's family name is Wilson. "I know," said Penelope, tidying up her blonde curls and tight, ruffled rose-colored dress. She opened the locked door and was ready to leave.

Holding tightly to her mother’s hand, Eliza started “Mama, again I would like to apologize to you and to you all of my folly when I was younger. You prided yourself on my being a sensible girl but I failed you when I fell for the despicable charms of two vain young women. Their tricks led me to a situation that nearly destroyed me. They brought me to a wedding where a predator of young children was attending and left me to fend for myself if not for Aunt Rosa shielding me. One day while walking home to school, he stalked me and almost cornered me and God knows what could have happened if my brother did not arrive on time. Only Aunt Rosa and godmother Claudia knew of this, but please do not b