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“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

Amber Brown "DROP THAT! IT'S NOT YOURS!" His scream was shrill and terrified. I immediately twisted my body to see what was happening, and the scene was utterly terrifying. Three huge men were rummaging through our suitcases, and my mother was futilely trying to pull her vanity case where I knew her most expensive jewelry was kept. On impulse, I tried to help her, only to feel a powerful slap on my face that made me completely lose my balance. I felt dizzy, couldn't hear anything anymore, my head was spinning. I couldn't see much after that, just felt my head spinning forcefully. I kept hearing my mother's screams, the men's shouts; it was all a blur, impossible to understand what they were

SARA "During the All-Pack War. I was cornered, dying, and you were just a girl who shouldn't have been there. You saw me—a stranger, an enemy to your people—and you couldn't bear it. You told yourself that no one should be unloved in such a way. And then, you did the unthinkable. You sacrificed your wolf, your very essence, to channel enough power to save my life... You gave up your connection to the Moon Goddess for a boy you didn't know. I have never been far from you since that day. I couldn't be."

“You’re seriously talking nonsense now. I swear, all those romance novels and dramas are turning your brain to mush.” Mia didn’t flinch. “And you’re seriously turning into a brick wall with trust issues.” “This is reality, Mia,” Sarah snapped, sitting up again. Her eyes were sharp now, tired but defiant. “Not some fluffy fairy tale. This isn’t one of those novels you read or those movies you watch. People like Andrew Luthor don’t fall for girls like me. Not genuinely.” Mia smiled knowingly, arms crossed as she leaned against the wardrobe. “Keep on denying it, bestie.”

So I brought us to NewYork the last of my savings, hoping my aunt would accommodate us. The woman took one look at our hungry, exhausted faces and asked us to leave and never return. Apparently, she only had enough space for herself and her drug addict boyfriend. The first three months in New York were hell. We had no place to live except the few women shelters that opened their doors to us. Lola was sick all the time. I worked four jobs at once and almost killed myself with exhaustion, just to make sure I could afford her medicine. Then one fine day, Mackenzie found me at a diner where I worked the night shift. We got talking and things started looking up after that.

After all, last night’s intense pleasure felt like a dream—only this handsome man seemed to be the real proof of what had happened. Sarah took a deep breath, steadied her breathing, quietly opened the door, and left. As soon as she returned to her apartment, Sarah completely collapsed. Chaotic memories and a jumbled workload weighed on her like a mountain. Resigned, she walked into the bathroom, took a long, thorough shower, and then slept for the rest of the day. When she woke up again, it was already the next day. The phone rang with a pleasant chime. Her hand fumbled around beside the soft pillow until she finally answered it.