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I couldn't get rid of him and his daughter yet. "You know, I think it's karma. I tried so much to get rid of her, but it didn't work. It seems the moon goddess couldn't stand her presence anymore. Camille and her child are gone; it means that I am the only one you have left, Trevor! I am the only one who can remain your Luna and also help you! If you are trying to get rid of me once you're done using me, I'd advise you to get rid of that idea, because if something happens to me, I'd drag you down to hell with me!”

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

Simon was amused at Reyna's act, as she screamed, "Hey you need to leave" "Don't bark at him, I remembered telling you to make sure the doors are locked but you wouldn't listen" Alan scoffs as he ties his robe and taps Simon's shoulders. "Let's go to the art gallery, I would love to show you a masterpiece I got this morning" Alan cackles, blinking his left eye. He just wanted to be far away from Reyna. "What do you have for me?"

I replied her politely and she smiled. "Okay!" Karima was persistent on taking me around for a tour and we started it the moment we were done at the restaurant. She showed me the delicate areas at the resorts, explained how things worked to me and the likes. Soon we got to the art gallery of the resort and as if she read my mind, she took me there even though we had no business there. Without even realizing it, I admired the artworks in the big, spacious hall and smiling subconsciously. Then I stumbled over a werewolf artwork. My heart got drawn to it naturally and I just stood there with her and stared continually.

“I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.” Their kindness eased something tight in my chest. To Gregory’s other side sat another woman, elegant and graceful, with silver threading through her dark hair. She smiled at me with what seemed like real welcome. “Genevieve Blackwood. Gregory’s sister. I’ve heard wonderful things about your work with pack security.” “You’re too kind.” Then my gaze fell on the woman to my left. She was beautiful in a cold, perfect way. Dark hair swept into an immaculate chignon. Designer dress. Expensive jewelry. But her eyes, when they met mine, held all the warmth of a winter storm.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?