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LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

My wolf howled in pain, trying to shake off the claw. Another thud and a few snaps made everything silent. My wolf whimpered low as the wolf's claws scratched off the fur. Shifting to my human form could end my life quickly. Staying in wolf form was also going to kill my wolf eventually. I wanted to shift, but Shadow refused and endured it before the witch called my father's wolf off.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

The way his voice curls around my name is like a promise. He leans in, his forehead brushing mine. Our breaths mingle. My lips part instinctively. We’re inches away from kissing. From something more.From crossing a line that feels like destiny pulling taut between us… When a sharp pain explodes behind my eyes. White. Hot. Blinding. I gasp and stumble back… And the dream shatters. I jolt upright in bed, breathing hard. The sheets are tangled in my legs, and my room is dark. My heart thunders as if it’s still running from something I can’t see. A migraine pulses violently at the base of my skull, throbbing in rhythm with my heartbeat.

Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

He’s gripping his stick like it’s the only thing keeping him from charging across the ice and starting a fight. Another shift passes. Another near trip. Another homophobic slur hurled low enough that the refs don’t catch it but loud enough that I do. Then one of them goes too far. I’m chasing the puck down behind their net, and before I can turn, I’m shoved face-first into the glass. The breath leaves me in one shot, my vision flashing as my helmet snaps forward. The hit wasn’t legal. Nowhere near it. A blindside. As I try to shake it off, the same player leans in, smirking.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a

With their misdeeds exposed, they dared not argue further and scrambled to start clearing out the villa. When Don and Nevaeh returned, they arrived just in time to see all their possessions dumped in a pile outside. I stood there holding a lighter in my hand. "No!" Nevaeh screamed, rushing toward me to snatch the lighter. I sidestepped her easily and tossed the lighter into the pile. Flames erupted in an instant, quickly consuming everything on the ground. "Magnolia! That's my stuff!" Nevaeh shrieked, staring helplessly as her designer clothes and luxury bags turned to ashes.