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I explained. Ruari picked up his phone from where it was lying down on the table beside the bed. He scrolled through his pictures. He showed me a few pictures until he found the ones he wanted to show me. Neither of them was the guy I saw there, but he did look a little like the younger one. Ruari said that we would look at some other pictures that Mark had tomorrow. I had a bad feeling that whoever this lone wolf was, that he was related to Ruari somehow.

I have needs and they have to be met. You have to do your best to get better because you have just a month and not a day more. Don't forget that you do not need your legs to give me the pleasures I desire. I call the shots here so it will be in your best interest to get well in less than one month."

Yeah, this place was definitely it but I couldn't understand why we were staking out like this. Weren't we supposed to be in hiding and spying on them? One glance at Jake answered my question when he winked at me. They were both crazy, no wonder they needed a new guard. Jake scratched his head as if he was oblivious and smiled sheepishly. " Sorry man we just love the view over here and as a freelance photographer, we wanted to take some pictures okay?" He waved his phone and made to walk past them but was shoved back by the second guy with the mole on his forehead. Had he ever heard of surgery before?

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

After that, I think they just felt it in my aura – a silent promise that if they dared to open their mouth about my lovely, delicate name, they wouldn't be walking away with their teeth intact. I rolled my eyes and stifled a yawn. I was exhausted today. I really shouldn't have been scrolling through stupid reels until 2 a.m. – what a monumental waste of time. There was this old song playing on a loop in my head by Default; it didn’t fit the situation, but now it was stuck there, lodged in my brain like a splinter. I was deviating, I knew, especially since the Alpha boy was still smirking at me like I was his favorite form of entertainment.

They all gave me an encouraging smile and turned around to give me some privacy to remove my clothes. I carefully removed my dress, underwear, and shoes and folded them neatly into a pile. I stood back up and looked up at the moon. ‘Are you ready, Emma?’ My wolf said. ‘I am.’ I responded. ‘How do I do this?’ ‘Just let go. It will hurt. But don’t fight it. It will be over soon. Let go and give me control.’ She said. I did what she said. I took a deep breath and let her take control of our mind and body. I started to feel my bones break. I let out a little scream and fell down on my knees.

I sat on the concrete floor as blood from my forehead trickled down my cheek and dripped onto my white shirt. The pinhole camera hidden in my shirt's buttonhole had already captured everything in 4K resolution and transmitted it in real time to an encrypted group chat. The group chat was named "Execution Team". The latest message in the group came from someone labeled "Legal Director". "The video has been secured as evidence. The threshold for criminal charges has been met. Ms. Stanton, are we ready to make our move?" I typed on the screen with my bloody fingers. "Tomorrow."

He whispered. His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again. Breath in. Breath out. Breath In. Breath out. Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.

000] [Unique Skill: Miasma Soul] [Constant Growth: Level 3] [Hideous Songstress: Level 3] [Projectile Fire: Level 1] [Fear-Inducing Aura: Level 1] [Unarmed Fighting Technique]

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha