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Bethel took out a formal parchment from her bag and had it passed to me. "Anna, this is the announcement for next month's Blood Moon Trial. Jack and I will participate together. You must come and witness it when you have time." I glanced at the forest edge and smiled. Isn't this the same hunting challenge I had secretly registered for weeks ago? I had no interest in their posturing, so I finished my tea and looked up to ask Jack: "Where is your beta with my belonging?" Jack made a pack-link call and suddenly frowned: "Anna, I cannot return your item immediately."

The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

The sound eased the remaining hurt lingering in my chest. I would do anything for this little girl. Elva fell asleep soon after. I returned her to her bed and tucked her in. The news station had sliced together a preview for the consort selection ceremony. The flashes of Nicholas made my heart ache. “Who will be selected as candidates for the Luna Choosing Game?” a voice said over the footage of the royal family. “Any woman in the kingdom could be selected. It could be your friend or your neighbor. Or, it could be you.”

Melissa pretended to be looking out for me: "This PhD holder has amazing genes. If you pass him up, you'll regret it." Her pitch was totally different from our previous life. I looked at her and gave a slow nod. The second I nodded, Melissa's eyes sparkled, and she got all worked up. "Just don't come crying to me later!" What would I regret? I wondered. She was so eager for me to choose the sperm of Jay Lowell from Kingsford University because she had her sights set on becoming a princess in Dubaria and living a fairytale life. Back in our previous life, she had chosen Jay's sperm first, wanting a genius baby.

with a hint of irritation in her voice. Kevin was going to argue back but saw me coming and asked me, “Alright let’s see what lily chooses, so lily apple or banana?” looking hopeful that I will choose banana. I looked between them and said, “Come on guys people can like both, it’s not like fruits get offended.” rolling my eyes, “Now come on I’m hungry.” They nodded but continued arguing, they didn’t even hear what I said. I just shook my head at their childish act and followed them checking my phone for any messages. I saw messages from my friends asking me if I liked the town, the school and how was my day.

The eighth flame shimmered alongside it, quiet but sure. And in that silence, Azriel remembered. Mira, the blade who fought for the broken even when she bled. Velan, the songkeeper who memorized grief. Elen, the scribe who inked sorrow into the sky. Orren, the cold flame who tried to forget and almost succeeded. Kael, his constant—his anchor, his mirror. The boy, the youngest bearer, chosen not by prophecy but by kindness. And Elarai—not given, but chosen.

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He opened the overly-ribboned box, and pulled out a book. “It’s a book of history and fairy tales,” Abigail explained. She was up on the lounge on her hands and knees, leaning in between him and the book. “Because you’re so smart and you liked that book you found in the library last year.” She sat back on her heels. “Do you like it? I hope you will. Maybe we can read it together before you leave? Hannah says it’s going to rain a lot soon, so maybe we could read this?” She was excited, nervous, and had to pee a little. She was babbling, desperately wanting him to like the gift. To like her. He opened the book and paged through it. It was a beautiful book, well-bound, and clearly loved by a pr

He could only smile awkwardly and look away. I watched as Solomon walked out without slowing his pace, and a warm feeling spread through me. I hadn't expected him, always so gentle, to stand up for me like this, showing no mercy in his words. As I stood there in stunned silence, Solomon suddenly turned back, his voice laced with curiosity. "Thomas, you should change your clothes later. We'll settle this score slowly. There's no rush. Let's go home." I nodded eagerly, my heart swelling with gratitude.

Theses small packs are 9 in number with the the king's palace situated in the middle of them all. In this meeting, Mr Jack hoped to raise a point that would turn the entire council against the king. He knew exactly just where the problems of the entire wolf town was coming from and how to show light on them. He rubbed his palms together in a gentle manner as a wicked smile appeared on his face. He was already feeling successful.