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Scarlett’s POV Martha’s eyes softened as she watched me dress, but I could see sadness there too, buried beneath her hurried determination. She took a deep breath, as if trying to steady herself, and then spoke. “I don’t believe the rumors, Scarlett. I don’t believe you slept with that visitor,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

I step closer to Mary, voice low. “Where is she?” Mary studies us , three battered Lycans, desperate, shaking, barely holding our wolves back. “…I will take you to her,” she finally says, “but if any one of you starts another fight, I swear to the Goddess I will sedate all three of you like puppies.” We all nod. We don’t dare argue. Mary turns and leads us through the packhouse doors. My heartbeat is thunder. Every breath a burn. Every step closer to her feels like I’m being pulled by a chain hooked into my chest.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

”Papa, it was so scary, Have you seen Abigail? She left with me but that stagecoach driver took her Papa. I thought I would die, the grass they dumped me was so itchy” Mary whined as she sat in her mother’s lap, her father sat across her, petting her hair

She can also freely practice magic here. But the small image of happiness that was created in his head, had to disappear because of the presence of a figure who was familiar to him, but foreign to others. “Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik-” Marya's group stopped in place. Their gazes did not turn away from what they saw in front of them. "Run! Now!” Dylan screamed, who immediately grabbed Marya's arm and carried her away. 'Why are there monsters here?!'

An ear-piercing, panic-stricken, primal scream rang out and echoed all over the house, shaking it from its roots. On hearing it, Mary went quiet as fear overcame her. She could only wonder what had let out such a scream. She put her ears to the door to try and listen to what was going on outside. "No! No!" Cries of pain that sounded as if someone was being gutted by the fire followed the scream. Mary's eyes widened in fear and she took steps back into the bathroom trying as much as possible to get far away from whatever it was that was causing those screams.

I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around. I had the urge in my thoughts to tell me to speak to him. I pulled back, wondering if I could recognize the face I was seeing. I have probably met the particular physical being I'm seeing right now. Carefully, remembering that drilled into my head, even trying to recall all past events that had happened in my life. Nearly anxious, I turned to the right, and rapidly I opened my mouth.” “Do I know you before” I said. He was surprised by the question I asked. He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’.

Mary scolded. “707…Shemika is in room 707…” he blurted out in fear, his voice cracked as he spoke. Mary let out a deadly smirk as her lips curled into something dangerous, a destructive smile that made her look like a disney witch. She turned and glanced at me sharply, her eyes shimmered with triumph. I squeezed my eyes shut in disappointment…I'm so gonna kill Dom today. How could he not realize that Mary was about to go and cause trouble? I bet Dom deserved to be hanged to death.