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They are both such good fathers. ‘Yes, they are,’ Keena purrs in my head. ‘Shh, don’t give away the surprise. I have mom watching the kids tonight so we can celebrate,' I tell Keena privately. When it gets closer to dinner time, we say goodbye to Emerson, Quinn, and their pups before heading back to our pack. “Did you have a nice day, my Luna?” Cohen asks, carrying the twins carrier in one hand, Anders on his back, and still managing to wrap an arm around me.

he says as he moves closer and kisses us woman and bro hugs the guys and fist bumps the boys and nods at Cyra, who rolls her eyes before she launches herself at him and he catches her. “I thought you were too cool to be all mushy with your favourite uncle?” He asks and she pouts. “Never. I may be cool, but so what? You are my favourite, though.” She says and Wesley growls and she chuckles at his reaction as Joel puts her back down. “Ok, people, are we ready?” Joel claps his hands and I shake my head at him. He is still single, and he seems fine with it. Today, we have a surprise for Cyra. Today we are going to see the unicorns as it is the weekend and they are off school. We decided it would

His green eyes landed on the torn unicorn, and a single word escaped his lips: “Fuck.” That night, we called Zoe to the house. She arrived looking confused and a little frightened, her eyes darting between Noah and me as we showed her the unicorn. I wanted to throttle that slender throat of hers, but instead I busied myself with clutching the windowsill as I stared stonily out at the front lawn. “Zoe,” Noah said, his voice carefully controlled, “we need you to explain this.” Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the exposed wires and camera. “What... what is that?”

(Lucas's POV) The Wolf Moon Festival was finally winding down. Uncle Dominic had already left with Amber, and Grandfather William—our Alpha King—had retired to his chambers, signaling the official end of our celebrations. The older wolves were still mingling, maintaining pack harmony with idle chatter and moonlight wine, but us younger wolves had better plans. I jingled my car keys, eager to head to the Moonlight Club where my friends were waiting. The thought of showing off my new Lamborghini—Uncle Dominic's gift—had me practically vibrating with excitement.

He wasn't a morning person; if he was here at six-thirty, it meant something was bleeding online. "You're going to want to see this," he said, tone flat, eyes heavy with the grim amusement of someone who'd watched this pattern unfold too many times. I didn't need to ask what "this" was. Bad news always travelled fast. It had a specific gravity, a way of pulling everything else toward it. The video was short, barely three minutes. Lillie Hart was sitting in what looked like her apartment, her lips painted bright red, and her eyes sharp with smug satisfaction.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

I grit my teeth and try to focus on the conversations around the room. Cole walks over and hands the foam cup to Amy and she thanks him with a smile. “I say we throw a carnival once all this is over. Bounce house… Ponies…” Cole smirks at Amy and she rolls her eyes, “No ponies, Cole.” She growls with a smile on her face, and he chuckles. “Who knows at this point we might be able to find unicorns.” He jokes leaning against the wall. Amy nods, “I don’t think much can surprise me anymore.”

The sound of a horse stops in it's tracks, but the song of a unicorn lingers and continues to sing in pleasant tones for a few extra minutes. The unicorns stop and bow toward their queen. They lie on the grass and take a break in the sun. They eat the grass in the field, and the young ones chase the monarch butterflies along the grassy greenery before us. "Come Cody, and join me as I sit in the middle of this glorious meadow." I follow Queen Ursa and we sit against the soft green meadow. Her silver mane dances with the breeze as the grass slithers against the wind.

They looked so pretty with their coloured mane and ponytails. Elevina gets so excited with the unicorns that she decided to wander closer to where they were but she got stopped by Elena. “Oh come on, they look so beautiful and adorable. Can't you see?” Elevina said, pointing at the unicorns. “Yes but remember looks may seem deceiving. That's why we must be careful.” Elena said in a calm soft tone. After some minutes later the unicorns started dying off one by one in sequence. What was happening I just couldn't understand but it seemed like a nightmare rather than an adorable event.

Untold She placed the candles in a circle around us as she sat back on the floor with us, I didn’t have to be part of it but I couldn’t leave Avery to herself I was the closest thing she had as support. I was in the circle I would be protected from whatever it was lurking n the shadows, sheina asked Avery for her hand once again which she gave. She began chanting those words again under her breath and the glasses on the chandelier started to rattle, the cutleries in the kitchen started to levitate and slowly the candles too except the ones surrounding us in the circle.