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Our pack is strong, but we can't underestimate them. Murmurs once again filled the room. Some wolves appeared afraid, others much angry. The anxiety coursing through Sophia's veins heightened. What if the Dark Moon pack decided to attack? They were ruthless and notorious for brutality. The tales her parents told her of the past battles which occurred flashed through her head. "Anyone who has ever seen the Dark Moon pack, please come forward," Robert implored. One wolf, elder Jacob, slowly rose to his feet. "I saw them at the river last week. They were hunting near our border, and I heard their leader, a brute named Victor, boasting about taking our land."

No, this couldn't be what I think it is. “Who.. are you?” I asked. “Randall of the Night Terrors, Your Highness,” a smirk played on his lips. “Impressive enough?” My shoulders sagged in horror. The Night Terrors were an infamous terrorist pack consisting of thieves, robbers, and all forms of criminals one could imagine. They were made of Lycans who were three times more powerful and deadlier than regular wolves. And before was the legendary king of thieves, Alpha Randall Forte.

"Felix isn't in critical condition, but his arms and legs have been removed. And his tongue..." Mom wasn't listening. Moving mechanically, she walked into the hospital room. Her hands trembled as she lifted Felix's blanket. There he lay, silent and still. The sleeves of his hospital gown hung limp, the pant legs unnaturally flat. Bandages covered his forehead, and bruises mottled his entire face. A police officer standing nearby chimed in, "These child traffickers have been getting more aggressive. They exploit children for profit, and to keep them from crying out, they..."

Bella Morgan I looked at Martin Anthony's picture and crossed it with my red marker. I smirked looking at the news of Martin Anthony getting shot and how everyone was sad to let him go. I bet his wife and kids are enjoying their freedom right now. He has 10 millions worth of life insurance and then the kids will take over the Reyes Oil shares. I'm glad it ended this way because Martin Anthony killed a lot of people when he and Rector Reyes built the company together.

"You left. You abandoned your pack. Your husband. Your son. You don't get to come back and pretend you're still the Luna. You don't get to just waltz back in and expect everyone to bow to you." I turned to face her, my movements slow and deliberate. The heat of the mark on my shoulder flared, a quiet warmth that spread through my chest like a warning. "I'm not pretending anything," I said, my voice steady, carrying through the hall. "I'm not here to claim a title I don't want. I'm here to reclaim the life that was stolen from me. By you."

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I suddenly opened my eyes and pressed my chest. The sound of my heart pounding exploded in my ears. During my previous life, Until the moment I died, Rick Duncan still had a disgusted look on his face. The memories of my previous life caused my heart to ache. I felt like I was overwhelmed with pain. The laughter of Rick and Jennifer Frost came from downstairs. "Rick, you're so annoying. I can't believe you're not willing to come to the art exhibition with me!"

Deshal laughs so loud it echoes. **** Arturo is in his apartment thinking about the conversation he had with his father. "Why would that man think I want a mate that has been designed for someone else? He has always been greedy. I remember when he would always say look at the big picture. I'm sure that doesn't mean killing a man for his mate." He turns the television on, only to turn it back off. Maeve and that man would have good together. They both think stupid. Her crazy ass wanted Beauden, so damn bad that she thought she was hurting her father by giving me her jewelry for safekeeping. Her father or whoever gave her that crap filled the hell out of her. All of that shit was fake. I nee

I couldn’t believe I did that with Marcus watching. I looked at the tattoo on my hand. A black butterfly. I smiled softly. “It’s beautiful.” I tugged my strap a little higher and checked the tattoo beneath it, one I instantly loved. Then I lowered my skirt just enough to reveal the one near my waist. Chris really was an artist. “Let me take a picture of the one on your back,” Chris offered. I looked at him through the mirror and nodded. As he moved toward the table to grab his phone, Marcus’s eyes locked on me. Quiet. Cold. But I could feel the storm behind them.

After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance. Wesley was the kind of person I never needed to lift a finger for. He could not be more perfect. During the seventh year after my rebirth, he took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were blanketed in vibrant red, bursting with life and energy. As we walked down the path, I quietly took his hand. I wished, more than anything, that time could just stop right here. (The End)