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Grace’s mother spoke. As Grace's mother voiced her concerns, tension settled over the room, casting a shadow over the celebrations. It was clear that she was grappling with conflicting emotions, torn between the societal expectations of correctitude and the primal instincts of maternal love. Her unexpected display of indifference caught both her husband and her daughter off guard, a stark contrast to the jubilant atmosphere that had permeated the mansion just moments before. In that moment, Grace couldn't help but wonder if perhaps her mother's maternal instincts were working against her, clouding her judgment and stirring up a storm of doubt and regret within her soul.

She sounds like she's smiling. I hang up and I stifle my cries. I'll be okay. ***** THE End!

"All that black and those sunglasses—are you trying to audition for a Bond villain?" His lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost. "Less talking, Mrs. Creek." The car lurched forward, taking off behind Aidan's Tesla. Mrs. Creek?" I echoed, blinking. The name sounded so foreign, so wrong. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. The fight had been sucked out of me, leaving only the hollow ache of exhaustion. Memories of my parents flickered through my mind unbidden. If they were still alive, none of this would be happening.

This isn't the sacred grove I remember—it's become something twisted, corrupted. But my mother's scent is strongest here, so pure and beautiful it makes my chest ache with grief. Why is her scent here? My wolf whines with confusion and longing. Mom has been dead for years. How can her fragrance linger in this twisted place? The wrongness of it all crashes over me - the corrupted Ancient Heart, the sickly magic that taints the air, and now my mother's impossible scent calling to me from this cursed ground. Nothing makes sense. This feels like another trap, another manipulation, but the scent is so real, so achingly familiar.

For a second, they simply stared. Then, all at once, shrieks of pure delight pierced the air. "MOMMY IS LIKE US!" The twins launched into excited jumps, their tiny bodies bouncing as they clapped their hands, absolutely beside themselves with joy. They grabbed onto each other, spinning in circles, their cheers growing louder with each passing second. "Mommy is a snake!" "Mommy has a tail!" "We match, we match, we match!" Ishaan barely reacted. His eyes remained locked on Ashwin's unconscious face, his expression unreadable.

A bodyguard struck the back of her neck to make her pass out, effectively cutting off her venomous curses. But the last sentence she spoke lingered in Luther's mind, repeating itself endlessly. Cheryl was holding the sleeping Lucas. She looked at the silent Luther and sobbed out the words, "Daddy, I miss Mommy so much. Where did she go? Does she not want Lucas and me anymore?" Luther pulled her into his arms. The ache in his heart was so intense that he found it hard to breathe. As he recalled the unresponsive mind-link, his whole body shook. "No… No, she'll definitely come back!"

If we could win, we fought with everything we had; if the odds were against us, we turned tail and ran together. No matter what, I would never stand idly by and allow anyone to humiliate or harm her. Dorothy's condescending attitude ignited a fresh surge of protective fury within me. "Dorothy, you..." I started. Savannah patted my hand, signaling me to stay quiet and let her handle this. My parents watched my obedience with open-mouthed astonishment. "Son, I've never seen you so obedient in front of Savannah before." "The pig flies. Is it because she's your fiancée now that you've changed?"

I whispered. My mother’s hand trembled slightly against my cheek. “Give your best,” my mother urged. “Help them if you can. Stand if you must. Fight if there is no other choice.” Her voice broke slightly, but she held it together. “But do not give them your life,” my mother pleaded. The words went straight through me. Tobias turned away slightly, jaw tight, but he did not interrupt. This was my mother’s plea. He knew it. So did I.

Facing my lifeless body on the floor, it let out a harsh buzzing sound, saying, "Failed! No effort detected. Failed!" Only when the phone's final trace of battery drained did it suddenly fall silent with a soft click. My head rolled and struck the corner of the desk. A workbook that had been lying on the table slipped off and landed at my mom's feet. She lowered her head. The pages were filled with writing. [Mom, I really did try my best. I told you so many times… If there is another life, will you forgive me?] "Erwin!" my mom screamed. She collapsed onto the floor, shaking her head desperately as tears streamed down her face.

Paige was baffled by my response. “Aren't you afraid of dying?” An officer used a loudspeaker to persuade me, “Isabel, please calm down!” I ignored the officer’s pleas and cried out in a trembling voice, “I’d rather die than return to my mother’s side. Kill me right here if you want!” Meanwhile, my mother had just arrived at the scene. The gauze on her chest was completely soaked in blood by this point. Her bloodied footsteps tracked behind her with every step she took.