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A nearby torch flared violently, the flame turning a distinct shade of violet. Burn them, the voice in her blood screamed. Burn them all to ash. She took a step forward, her hand reaching out, the air around her fingers warping with heat. A hand clamped over the back of her neck. It wasn't a caress. It was a vice. Tristan’s fingers dug into the sensitive pressure points at the base of her skull, sending a shock of pain that shattered her concentration. The violet flare in the torch died instantly. "Easy, you clumsy idiot," Tristan said loudly, his voice thick with performative annoyance.

Aurora. Closer up, Trina noticed the cut of the dress. Fine fabric. Made in Tron. A special type that only members of the lineage could wear. Audacity. And the hair? Silver like fire under moonlight. Trina wanted to laugh. The girl had spent her life hiding who she was... and now she paraded around as if she were a sacred jewel. “She's just an orphan. And she doesn't even know how to play.” Trina arrived smiling. Arms open, wide smile.

Now at eye level with me, Trina looked directly into my eyes, before she says to me, “I won’t let anything happen to you. I have your back this time. Trust me when I tell you that not too many members mess with me in this pack, because they know they will feel the rath of Alpha Gunner if they do so, and you and I both know that isn’t something you want to face.” No, I had seen Alpha Gunner and the rage that comes from within him when he is unhappy or upset, and I would never want to feel his rath truly come upon me. Yes, I have pushed him to his point of almost breaking, but thankfully, he had never truly lost his temper with me. Trina squeezed my hands at that moment, as she remained kneeli

Brimming with unwavering confidence, Tritan propelled himself towards the encroaching squid, embracing the challenge that lay ahead. As the clash ensued, Tritan's trident became an extension of his will, delivering precise and forceful strikes. The battleground thrummed with the intensity of their conflict, churning the waters into a tempestuous frenzy. And finally, Tritan emerged victorious, his trident poised and his gaze unyielding.

I said victoriously. "What?" Tina asked, curious as they both clung to me like leeches. "I've tracked down Tristan," I said. "Really? How?" Tina asked. "Well, remember all those times Hailey is the first person to find you and Tristan when you're in trouble?" I said as Tina rolled her eyes. "How can I forget? She was named Telopath girl. She always knew where we were and surprised us in the strangest ways," Tina said. "Well, she once told me she put a tracking device on Tristan," I said.

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We are now facing each other. I hold her hands and pull her closer to me. Her neck is very close to my lips now. The thoughts of Nala came flashing. Her beautiful smile. Her cute lips. Her body. Her mild disposition. I can’t do this to her. I turn away from Kimberly and face the crowd. "I, Donald Nathan Richardo, have my Erasthai, and I refuse to mark another woman who isn't mine," I say. There are whispers, gasps, and shocked expressions.

she said ignoring me. " I can't move on like this you would lose a lot of blood before we get there" I brought her down, tore my shirt and tired part of her bleeding leg. " Bryan I am good" " You aren't " I carried her as we continued. ****** As we walked out successful I held her hand and she whimped. " What's wrong?" I asked " My hand hurts" I saw the scar on her hand. " What's the mark?" " Its... it's....it's nothing"