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she says as she stretches a little. “It’s the best morning” I reply. I know how cheesy that was but I also don’t care. “Um, why can’t Lore feel Atari? Is she mad?” I ask bracing for the answer. I could not prepare for what she tells me “No it’s not that.” Nova says looking awkward “I haven’t been able to sense her since the rejection. It’s what I have been working on since I went back to the Kingdom. We believe there is a psychological condition that effects wolves when they have been rejected or had other psychological trauma that weakens their bond to each other. I’ve been studying the phenomenon. I’m actually at university now working on a way to fix it for all wolves that have this affli

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Unfortunately, I can't resist my chest getting heavy while observing the laptop booting up, and after a while, I'm now opening the browser waiting for the webmail to open. At last, after a few seconds of waiting, it showed me the email notification from Mr. Marble. I take a deep breath before opening the email. Then, I open the mail and check what he has sent. Good Evening Mimo, Here is the new task: I would like you to create a hundred thousand word novel with 50 chapters and a two thousand word count for each chapter. The novel should be submitted after a month, and failure to do so will gain a failure mark.

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The application was already drafted, ready to send the moment The Covenant's recruitment announcement went live. All it took was one keystroke. One submission. One moment of electronic action that would set Dimitri on a path toward either redemption or death. 8:59 AM. Thomas watched the forum refresh. The post appeared.

Not dramatic — quiet, specific, the kind of writing that had taken a very long time to be ready. I sat by the creek and read it twice. Then I texted back: this is very good. will you let us publish it. the coalition has a monthly newsletter now — Priya started it. it would be the right place. A long pause. Then: yes. I looked at the creek. Karl and Mina were across it now, positioning the first span, their voices low and precise. My father had texted at nine AM: Tobias confirmed the Madrid node. Owen is going in August.

“Um… did Adam accept the offer? The new NP?” His posture eased just barely. “He did,” he said. “I got the email this morning. He starts next week.” “That soon?” “Mm.” He peeled off his gloves, his eyes following the motion of my hands as I adjusted my top. “Which means we can finally move forward with your ‘Silver Fox and Sexy Young Buck’ marketing plan.” I laughed, cheeks warming. “That was Rachel’s name, not mine.” “You repeated it,” he countered with a lift of his brow. “Enthusiastically.”

I save it to three different locations. I forward it to my editor with a note that says: FYI. Not stopping. Then I open the draft and I keep writing.

"Your new book already has over 200 thousand subscribers. At this level, you're a shoo-in for this year's Blackwood Novella Prize!" My editor, Samuel Grant, clapped me on the shoulder. I snapped back to reality so suddenly that it startled him. Samuel pointed at my laptop. "Less than ten minutes left. You already set the scheduled release, right?" I looked at the screen. The timer was filled in. My hand hovered over the Enter key, but then I jerked it back like I had been burned.

I supposed I would not be able to do any work until everything had gotten back to a semblance of normalcy. "Maddox?" "Yes, Alpha." "I will be making a big announcement to the entire pack three days from now. Make sure everyone gets to know about this. It's really important." Maddox saluted and clicked his heels. "Alright. I'll do as you have said." I regarded Maddox. He was still desperately trying to cheer me up. "Go on," I said when he showed no sign of leaving.