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It had changed it completely. Sarah had always been the go-to person to handle things like this in the field. Her detachment had been things all the soldiers that met her had commented on at some point. She was so good at it people often wondered if she even had feelings at all. She knew the downside to it, though. She could focus on the task at hand, and it would hit her later on out of the blue. It could easily sideline her without much warning.

“Don’t deflect.” Sara watched as James swung higher and higher, and he waved at her. She waved back. Did she know what she was doing? No, not really. She knew she wanted Harrison Thornton more than she’d wanted anyone in her entire life. She’d never wanted Kyle like she wanted Harrison. Kyle had been a teenage infatuation that had tried to be something more despite all of the warning signs. “I don’t know,” Sara admitted. “I don’t know what’ll happen. But if I sit at home, twiddling my thumbs, I’ll regret not trying.”

He grinned. “What? Are you saying you don’t need a reminder?” Sara asked. “You’re going to want that one read at our wedding, aren’t you?” Sara fell back onto the couch in a fit of laughter. “It’s quite possible. Get ready to hear it again.” She rested her head on the throw pillow, and Ian tucked her feet into his lap, resting his hand on her leg as he began reading. Sara let her eyes fall closed as she listened to Ian read God’s word. She’d never been more comfortable than she was in this moment.

, things were falling apart. Jonathan was erratic, Jessica was nowhere to be seen, and the pack was restless. I wanted something, anything, to take my mind off the mess. I thought about her at that moment. Sara... The daughter of Gamma. Her eyes had been on me for days now, lingering longer than was necessary. It seemed obvious to me. Every time someone showed interest in me, I could tell. However, I hadn't thought much about it until today. Tonight, though, I needed an escape. I found her near the training grounds, standing alone, her arms crossed as she gazed up at the stars. She looked deep in thought, but when she saw me approaching, a small smile played on her lips. “Couldn’t sleep?” sh

She hoped she would see them all again but she couldn’t be sure she would. Each one of them handled their fear and tension in different ways but she could read them all as easily as reading a bunch of open books. The youngest of the eight gathered there was a young seer named Sara. Sara was a petite seventeen year old with long wavy blonde hair and the biggest brown doe eyes Cara had ever seen. She stood mostly hidden behind Daniel, wringing her hands with her eyes trained on the ground.

pure luxury. Sara looked… better. There was some color in her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, pulled back carelessly in a bun, and she wore a black oversized hoodie, but she looked cleaner and fresher than Rachel remembered. “You look… sober,” Rachel said, raising an eyebrow. “I am. One week. One magnificent, irritating, totally pissing off the staff week.” “Just one?” “One glorious week of hell. But I’m alive. And you should be proud.” Rachel laughed, but it was soft. “I’m proud. Seriously.” Sara raised an eyebrow. “You say that like you’re about to cry.” “I’m not crying,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes. “You are. Just emotionally.” Rachel sighed. “You’re crazy.” “Then you

Sara stood between them and the depot door, one hand resting lightly on the metal, smile small and perfectly wrong. “Captain,” she said, as if welcoming guests. “You’re quick.” Zak’s sight stayed high on her sternum. “Step away from the door.” She tilted her head, earrings catching a slice of floodlight. For a heartbeat the hem of her jacket lifted and the firelight memory clicked: the right hip, the sealing skin. Sara’s fingers brushed the pendant at her throat—twin wolfsbane branches circling two opposed helmets. “I just needed to borrow something,” she said, and pushed the door.

Her eyes flicked to the spot directly across from them and a subtle feeling of dread rose in her chest. Alaric’s gaze met hers briefly and he smiled reassuringly, his gaze seemingly pacifying her and telling her to endure the night to the best of her ability but the unease that had coiled itself within Sara's abdomen refused to unfurl. A. couple of minutes passed, and then, Leah tilted her head toward Sara with a warm smile that was meant to be disarming but prickled Sara's skin. “Sara, I’ve heard so much about your work on the campaign ad. I was hoping you could tell me a bit about your process.”

It chilled me to the bone or maybe that came from sitting in the wet earth, surrounded by a damp, chilly fog of the very early morning. “There, done,” Sara said when we had finished. She got up from the ground. Her white dress was stained from the earth, but she didn’t seem to care. I stood up as well, but I tried to remove the dirt that stuck to me. “So Ian breathes this in and bam! No more super-powered werewolf.” She gave me a small grin. “Correct. Why don’t you go back inside? You look cold.”

As usual Cora joined but this day she was dressed in an outfit that hugged her body bringing out all her shape and I was flabbergasted as I admired her beauty. She catwalk to us this time, and the guys in our class took their stare to her. "Hi Sara, Hi Kevin" She greeted me and I was surprised she greeted me today. "Hi" Both me and Sara responded. "You are looking more beautiful today" I said as she sat down. "Yeah. Did you have an occasion you are attending today?" Sara added and asked. "No" She replied sitting down on the free chair beside Sara. "After the lectures, I am going to the field to watch the match," She added.