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Maggie’s voice echoed in my mind. “Mags, calm down. We will handle that situation later, but right now we need to work on being able to shift whenever we want to without locking each other up.” I pleaded with her again. “Will you please come forward?” There was a ripple in the air around the ball of light in my head. A few seconds later Maggie walked threw it and stood tall. Her wings were folded behind her and she let out a puff of smoke from her nose causing me to giggle.

The fact that her friend, who’d lived in the normal world and hadn’t encountered a vampire, still believed them to be fact and not fiction was surprising. Maggie pulled her cell phone from the recesses of her handbag and held it close to her chest. She took a deep breath and looked squarely at Tatyana. “Honey, this is Las Vegas. It’s called ‘Sin City’ for a reason beyond gambling. I’ve seen so much... experienced so much... more than you’ll ever know or ever need to know.” She squinted her eyes while she searched her contact list and pressed her selection. “If you say there are vampires roaming the streets, who am I to question you?” Tatyana heard the phone ringing as Maggie put it to her

However unlikely it is, this is a pack. But all I can see is Silvia looking at me like I've betrayed her. Another werewolf with hair that starts out black and ends in red, has pulled up a chair next to me. She has her legs crossed and is tapping her foot restlessly against the edge of the table. "No one gets past the Barren," she says, "There are wraiths." "How do you even know that, Maggie?" says the one with the blue-tinged skin, "You were raised by humans. How do you know any of this?"

I tried to move, but the walls were too thin, and a figure floated into view, and my skin pricked with goosebumps. Maggie's face formed through the haze, face white as sheets. My feet did not obey me, and I stood there, stomach churning on the scent of wild lilies. I watched in horror as she pointed a trembling finger in my face. “You…it wants you…” she whispered, almost like it could hear us. I tried to listen to the sound of my heartbeat —to convince myself that none of this was real, but she still stood there, eyes rolled back in her head.

I could feel the earth breathing, the trees singing, and the distinct, magnetic pull of every single wolf in the Northern Territory. ​ Then, the world shattered into a thousand pieces of bright, cold light. ​ My last sensation before the complete blackout was the overwhelming, impossible feeling of shifting—not into a wolf, but into something infinitely stronger, colder, and purely magical.

I called out in almost despair. The shaman, an old woman with silver braids and eyes like polished obsidian, stood at the foot of the cot, smoke curling from the bundle of sage she waved in slow circles. She’d been chanting low for hours. I hadn’t understood the words. I hadn’t cared. All I cared about was the moment Sharon’s body stopped jerking and her eyes finally focused on mine. She sucked in a sharp breath now, chest heaving like she’d broken the surface of deep water. Sweat plastered dark strands to her forehead. Her fingers clawed at my wrist, nails biting skin.

Most times, she asked questions regarding vampires, but I wouldn't know what answer to reply with or see a couple of meaningful words to throw at her for the very least. Mom would always reproach and reprimand me for asking her whenever I did. She said vampires are an abomination and shouldn't be discussed within the four walls of the wolf's kingdom. I met Mira when I first came to college. My initial thought before meeting her was that I'd be a total lone wolf in this kingdom of me, but everything changed when I met her. We met in what happened to be our favorite cafe store, and we bonded over a cup of coffee and sugarless doughnuts. Since then, not only had she become my roommate, but also

"And it's pointless arguing with you Sabastien'. I headed downstairs only to see the others there. Cary and Jude were playing chess and Circe's head was rested on Jude's shoulder. '(THAT WITCH,JUST LOOK AT THE WAY SHE'S ACTING LIKE SHE BELONGS HERE)'. Sue and Sia were discussing and having a drink in the bar section while Hunter and Alia were sitted on the couch arguing over something I was sure was irrelevant. I walked up to them and sat on the couch beside them. Hunter stopped arguing with Alia and faced me "Hear me out Axel, I said THE CONJURING is the scariest movie but Alia said A QUIET PLACE is worse,so what do you think?". "The Conjuring is far more scarier" I said without even needin