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I don't even know what I'm doing at this point but I'm so damn curious about who this woman is and it's killing me. I slide my finger on the iPad and through the G****e results until one photo appears and the corner of my lips lifts up. There you are. There's a picture of her in her motorcycle and Keith's words replay in my mind. I haven't even met her yet I can recognize her. Looking at the iPad's screen, I find myself too immersed in this. Her hair is long and black, bringing out her blue eyes. She looks unique and exotic, perhaps that's why people recognize her easily.

I could even feel her breath against my lips. "I like you a lot, and I'd love to pursue you." I chuckled after finally collecting my wits. "Are you always this straightforward?" She just smiled slyly, dropping the aloofness from earlier on. "Of course, now. I only do this to people I like, and you happen to be the first one. "I've never been in a relationship before, and I used to not understand why people even bothered dating each other when they could have just been content with providing the best emotional fulfillment by themselves.

Goodbye, Christopher. She finishes and sends the message, calls an Uber, leaves, locks the door, and goes out into the street. When the Uber arrives, she goes to the airport. She takes the first flight that comes along. She will see if she can find a doctor there.

Although I do prefer not using anything, except for when I'm truly hungry. I made my way into the backseat and waited for Mom. After a few moments, Mom arrived. She carried snacks, of course. Typical Mom. I stretched my hands to reach the pocket of the front seat. This is where my stash is hidden. Today, I am going to continue reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, don't get me wrong, I loved the movie. But the feels were on the book. I scrolled throughout the pages and the next thing I knew was that I finished it and that we have arrived.

My heart, which had just started to warm, sank right back into the cold. The smile on her face was so radiant. Just like it used to be when we first got together. But now, that smile wasn't for me. She hung up, and the warmth vanished from her expression. "I'm heading out to the amusement park with Rick. If you're still not feeling well, just take the day off. I left your meds on the nightstand—don't forget to take them." She turned to leave. Desperation clawed at my chest, and I reached out, grabbing her hand on instinct.

She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

she whispered urgently. Quick as lightning, she moved to the small table beside my bed and grabbed some medical supplies she must have brought with her. Then she did something that had become second nature over the years, she quickly moved her hand into my shirt and wrapped a binding around my chest, making sure my true nature was completely hidden. “Just stay still and let me handle this,” she murmured, resuming her position in the chair just as heavy footsteps approached in the hallway. The door suddenly banged open without any courtesy of a knock, making both of us jump. My heart hammered against my ribs as a figure filled the doorway, backlit by the hallway light.

I didn’t know if he actually got down to it but I wouldn’t be surprised if she said no. She phased into a human and her dark hair fell forward, covering her breasts. Her hair was long and reached down to her hips. Her face... was like she had grown more beautiful since the last time I saw her. She approached me, dried leaves crinkling under her feet. I saw it fit to phase into a human as well. Her hair shone silver at the highlights as she came closer. Her face was as brilliant as the moon and her body was shaped like an hourglass. She was breathtaking.

She was determined. This was it. Her first shift. Her first time. Born a wolf but never allowed to awaken, her body had never known the pain of bones breaking and reshaping, the wild rush of power beneath the skin. But I could feel it humming around her now, like static before a storm. Her wolf was stirring.

I saw a woman whose skin radiated a brilliant, ethereal silver-violet light, her amber eyes burning with a defiance that no amount of my executioners’ blows had ever been able to break. *The First Shaman.* The title felt like a physical slap to my face. My father had found her starving on the border when she was a cub. For twelve years, she had been under my roof. She had scrubbed the blood from my floors, carried my packs, and accepted my brands. I had possessed the greatest miracle the supernatural world had seen in three centuries, and I had treated her like garbage. I had beaten the Goddess’s ultimate gift into the dirt, entirely blind to the primordial fire sleeping beneath her scars.