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Dad suggests while looking over at me as I sit still watching them with a vacant expression almost like I’m looking through them. “Raven,” Dad softly speaks watching me sit staring at the foot of my bed slowly becoming numb. I can see our dad get up with my peripheral vision hearing only muffled sound as he spoke. I can’t hear him unable to take my eyes away from the black cloak at the foot of my bed as I lose myself trying to remember why I have it and where it came from. I barely look up into his eyes before shifting into my blood red wolf and darting out of our bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door.

Dang it. End of chapter 100

They were lying low, but also he was looking to get in contact with base camp as all the long range communication devices went up with the vehicles. ‘They probably already suspect something might be wrong, but we could use a bit of backup right about now,’ explained Jackson. ‘Not sure exactly what good it would do us,’ Andrew told him. ‘After they went all Paul Atreides on us—’ ‘All what?’ asked Bridget. ‘Dune, right?’ said Jackson. ‘“The sleeper has awoken.” Read that book like a million times growing up.’

THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME THE BLOOD QUEEN WITCHES SERIES PAMPERED DEVIOUS LITTLE WIFE WINNING THE MOON BUTTERFLIES OF FREEDOM *************************************GEEGEE*************************** She was so exhausted from running that she couldn't help but stop at the cliff's edge to catch her breath. The only place she could think of to flee after being pursued for three days with nowhere to go was here. In her hour of need, she had summoned that

Chapter 59 Halle Wilder ~•~ I jolted awake, panting, my chest rising and falling like I had just run for miles. The sheets were soaked with sweat, and I pressed my hands against my chest to steady my breathing. My dream felt so real. It was still the same nightmare — my father wanted to kill me. I stood up from the bed and turned on the lights. Then I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. The coolness soothed my dry throat but it didn’t calm the storm raging inside me.

Because deep in the code beneath the layers she built something else moved. A hidden process. A spark of him. Still alive. Watching.

Trigger warning: The following chapter contains scenes of rape and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised. It was three a.m. and Bellinor’s eyelids flung open, but his orbs glowed a frightening shade of amethyst, meaning Draven was in control. He got up and stealthily proceeded to his treasure’s room, like a silent shadow. His heart fluttered excitedly as he saw his sleeping beauty.