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Picture Pennywise but scarier. My phone vibrated in my pocket which broke my chain of thought. Fishing it out, I read a text from Kendra that read, "Halloween dance is like three weeks away, are you going?" I didn't even need to give it a thought as I began texting back, "I don't dance Special K." A bubble with three dots appeared on my screen and a second later her reply came through, "Well that's dumb. Any-Body-Can-Dance. It's as simple as ABCD!"

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ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

However, her calm did not last long. Knock, knock!!! A knock at the front door of the Pavilion. Aranjo let out a long sigh, who else came looking for her? Aranjo opened the door and saw the Goddess of Wind in front of her. "Good Morning, Mother!" The greeting is Aranjo. The wind goddess ignored her greeting and walked into the pavilion. Then sit on one of the chairs in the pavilion. "How did you get back?" asked the Goddess of cold Winds. "A friend helped me!" the answer is honest.

Minus Cricket wasn’t lying when she said Booker was good at what he did. The information he was able to dig up on Viper was invaluable. As it turns out, he and the Dogs of Fire were more than happy to lend a hand in any effort to rid Portland of the growing scourge of Los Psychos. Within hours, he’d given us Viper’s real name, but also names and addresses of several of Viper’s known associates and family members, his full criminal record, and most importantly the current residence of his baby mama (along with little Viper Jr.) in Old Town.

he finished with a wink. A low growl came from Eli. "I didn't mean to offend you, Alpha Eli," Zach said with a smile. "Yes, there has been no harm done, Alpha Eli. Please contain your wolf. My son was simply just answering your Lunas questions. "I apologize. Please excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Eli stood. "Oh, but dessert is coming!" Luna Marigold said. "Let the poor man go take a piss, dear. He will be back."

I interrupt, eyes wide, looking at Sam, who stays silent. “What’s the problem, Estela?” Sam asks calmly. “Repeat what you said, Mark,” I demand, surprised. “I said… how about we do this now?” he repeats, pointing to a card in the game with a sliced ham image. “I’m hungry, sorry,” Mark adds, shrugging. This time I swallow hard—the imminent full moon is affecting me more than ever.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."