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My final act of loyalty wasn’t for Xavier, nor for Valerie, not even for myself. It was for the girl I once braided hair for. The girl who clung to me in storms. The sister I failed before our childhood ended. I typed the message. Not to Lisa. Not anymore. To him. Because he was the only one strong enough… to stop her. To stop Lorenzo. To stop the war closing in. XAVIER. She’s coming. Don’t let her reach the Luna. Don’t trust what she looks like. And don’t hesitate. Because she will not stop. Not until everything goes her way...

Henry was Venita's father's name while Susan was the mother's name. Nothing. Silence. I was still searching deep to awaken my wolf using everything that I had in me. I couldn't self-inflict pain because my body was restrained. I needed to trigger someone in here to hurt me so I could snap. I might not be able to turn because of the situation of the building but, I was physically strong to fight as many as possible. I was also searching for Cross. I hadn't seen him anywhere. Sasha could actually turn despite being surrounded by everything meant to subdue us. She was really a rare case. Was there a way I could reach her?

When Sasha's name got called, Luna wished the girl good luck. During her match, Sasha got her wish —she faced off against some snotty pretty girl who tried to flirt with Zain, who blatantly ignored her advances. Sasha pulled out a pair of gloves from her pockets, covering her hands as she got into a fighting position and with one swift punch, sent the girl flying out of the ring and into unconsciousness.

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

Sasha snorted into her toothbrush and pictured him rolling one shoulder like a man tuning a machine. She dressed in black leggings and a ribbed tank, hair knotted high. The bruise beneath her left eye had faded from thundercloud to shoreline—yellow-brown with the faint, thin seam of a butterfly bandage at her cheekbone. She touched it once, the way you touch a door you’ve already locked, and told her reflection: don’t apologize for being here.