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He mumbled as he wiped his forehead nervously, then slid his hand back through his sandy brown hair, his chiseled jaw twitching as he returned his attention back to Bridgette, who sat innocently at the end of the bed. “Why are you here.” She asked, her voice softer than it had been before, and I could see Ryder glance over at me with confusion. Bridgette rolled her eyes and stood up, quickly striding over to Ryder, her eyes flickering from cyan blue to gold. “Look you parasite, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You answer me when I ask nicely, or I will impose so much pain on you, you will bleed out from ever orifice of your body.” Ryder was beginning to tremble, his nose began to

He spun to face her, a grin on his face, which instantly vanished as he noticed her behaviour. "Hey," he said, walking up to her. "Is everything okay?" Waverly tucked her hands into the robe, holding tight onto the sleeves with her fingers. "Yeah…" she stated, not making eye contact with him. "I, uh, was just thinking about the eclipse." Another lie. "What about it?" Sawyer asked, reaching his hands out to hold hers. His skin was warm and she felt safe. "I'm just scared…" she replied. "If this isn't strong enough…you'll—"

Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

Maybe this is it. I text back before I can think. On my way. my hands shake as i lock my door behind me. Ruby POV my thumb hovers over the screen as i scroll each flick bringing a new pinch of dread.i dont know why im checking his page again.i told myself i was done,. That I didn’t care. But something’s been off lately, a feeling crawling under my skin whispering that something wasn’t right. And then I see it. A comment on his newest post, tucked between the usual heart emojis and flame reactions.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

Blake POV I still can’t believe everything that happened tonight. To the people commenting about my body image, to the guy trying to get on with Emma when she told him no, and then Easy and Storm almost killing those guys. Why are they so violent? “Are you okay?” Wyatt asks as he enters the bathroom, and I nod slightly. I can’t get the blood out of my head, the amount of blood being splattered and all over the guys’ faces. I bite the inside of my cheek as I look up to see Wyatt staring at me. His eyes scanning my face as if trying to read my mind.

It gave us the advantage. “ATTACK!” Wyatt said and took off to help his warriors. I have been feeling each death that was happening around the U.S. The numbers were staggering but I tried to stay focused to watch Raven take down Devin. She stalked him like a lion does his prey. Devin shifted into his wolf that was smaller than Raven but was thick with muscle. I felt Raven bring the electricity to the surface and my whole body was sending off little blue sparks as she walked to him. It caused him to pause for a second and look at them before he decided it was not anything to be concerned about.

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

Something stings in me, something like jealousy and hatred, but then I contort my features back and see an innocent smile. "Oh, Prince Ryson!" I said as Ryson turned back to me. His eyes held surprise and suspicion, but they turned into a short, kind smile as I walked in. "Bria, what are you doing here? What about Wren?" he said. And I contorted my face into sadness like a vulnerable pup, just as I walked up to him, running into his embrace. "Oh, Ryson! It hasn't been the same ever since Rivenna left, and I could tell Wren misses her so much.

Finally, she nodded once. “Yes.” The moment Briar reached her, the storm outside howled. Wind slammed against the walls, rain pouring down in a furious sheet. Thunder cracked overhead—not sharp, but heavy, grieving. Briar’s hand hovered, then settled lightly over the girl’s wrist. The pain hit her like a wave. Not physical. Not entirely magical. It was wrongness. A bond that pulled instead of held. Heat that burned without warmth. Longing twisted into compulsion. Briar’s breath shuddered.