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Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

He does the waiting while I do the chasing, well miracles do happen from time to time. "You are Miss. Geronimo, I guess? " The big man standing before me looks nothing like Daniel. He is quite tall with muscles the size of meatloaves. There are tattoos on his arm too. I think he looks like a character out of a Super villain movie, only his voice sounds kinder. "I am. "I say. "Sorry, I can't offer a handshake, covered in floor, the job you know, " "I understand. That's fine. "

After a moment, he lifted from me and dug into my bag, retrieving the cloth Anre had used to wrap the scones and fruit, and used it to wipe his seed from us both. “Into bed,” he said quietly, and used his magic to douse the blue flame of the torch plunging the room into darkness. I slid between the covers and felt him join me, drawing me against him so that I lay, my head upon his bicep, and my hand on his chest. He pressed his lips to the crown of my head. I could feel his heart beneath the palm of my hand, its beat still fast from his release. “When I sang to the ogre,” I said slowly, “it did not affect you.”

my heart doesn’t ignite in fireworks for any of them. I fall back with a pout, seeing Morita walking up to me with a warm smile that briefly reminds me of Valera. I reach my hands out to hold her wrinkly ones as she says, “You’re so elated to find your soulmate, is it, my dear Himari?” I nod with a pout, “I am, but it’s been hours now, and I’ve practically greeted all the males here...I still don’t feel anything. I’m starting to get convinced he’s not from our lands”.

I don't call him on it, because it's true. I've seen him stay up more than once over a mess he couldn't stop thinking about. The guy can't let go of anything until it's fixed. Guess that's why we work together so well—I make messes, and he's got an obsessive need to clean them up. In the suite. In the pack. In life. Miles drops onto the stool across from me, tugging off his hoodie and tossing it aside. I pull out the design I sketched for him: a set of interlocking blades wrapped around the Sovereign crest.

"Most wolves are idiots then. There's nothing weak about having the power to fix things instead of just breaking them." He looked up at me through his lashes and I could see the surprise in his aquamarine eyes. "You really think that?" "I know that," I said firmly while reaching out to touch one of the mint plants he'd been healing. "Look how much better this looks now. You brought it back from dying, Ren. That's incredible." His hand brushed against mine as we both touched the same leaf and I felt a little spark of electricity shoot up my arm. From the way his eyes widened I could tell he felt it too.

*"Don't-" The heart screams. *"*Yes*."* --- The trade is a knife's edge. The Sovereign cups the heart in her glacial palms, its beat frantic, its voice a plea. *"Mercy-"* She crushes it. The citadel quakes. The soldiers shatter. The Sovereign's mirror-eyes widen as the heart's essence floods her veins-corruption, storm, *hunger*. She convulses, frost melting to sludge. *"What-*what is this*?"*

Lucien frowned. "What do you mean couldn't?" The Hollow Sovereign laughed. A humorless sound. "We tried." The answer chilled everyone. The roar below came again. This time accompanied by another sound. Cracking. Something enormous breaking free. The sanctuary floor split apart. A massive fissure opened through the center of the chamber. Silver-black energy erupted upward. The Heart blazed brighter. The Hollow Sovereign looked toward it. "Three Sovereigns created the Heart." His expression darkened. "Three Sovereigns are required to control it."