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After Woody made his way out, he went to the car where Sasha, Shane, and Mindy were in. He gave each of them a prick of his needle to wake them up. "Woody!" Sasha jumped out of the car and threw herself into his arms. She burst into tears. "Are you okay? You scared me to death!" "I'm fine. Everything's okay," Woody coaxed her with a smile and reached out to stroke her hair to comfort her. Woody didn't want them to worry, so he lied and explained that it was Samuel who had led his team to take down the mercenaries.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

I wiped my tears dry. He wiped them too.

Now that someone was going to the Fire Dragon territory in her stead, relieved smiles broke out on all their faces. I trudged back to my chamber, my heart full of nothing but sadness. On the desk, I saw the family portrait of the four of us. I was the only one scrunched up at the back, face blurred. The other three were wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing—smiles so bright they stabbed. I tore the photo to pieces and tossed it into the trash. I shredded the iceroot Morpheus had sent me and threw that in the bin too.

My body shook as the weight of it all came crashing down. --- (Aria's POV) I felt frozen, completely trapped in Alexander’s arms. His body trembled against mine, his breaths short and uneven as if he could barely hold himself together. "Alex," I whispered, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to react. Then I felt it—a warm, wet drop hit the skin of my collarbone. Tears. His tears. I stiffened. Alexander Blackwood, the proud heir to the Black Wood Pack, was crying. My mind struggled to comprehend what was happening, struggling to match this broken man with the confident boy I once knew.

Moreover, she didn’t think he would hit someone openly on the street for her sake… From her perspective, Henry did seem quite manly like this… “Poof…” Woody quickly spat the blood in his mouth and his fallen teeth aside. After that, he stood up staggeringly before pointing at Henry furiously. “Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?” “Why should I care who you are?” Henry asked. Georgie couldn’t help but smile at what Henry said from behind. Woody became even angrier. “You… Just you wait!” “I’ll wait for your mother…” Henry sneered. After that, he quickly walked over to Georgie. As he looked at Georgie, he cocked his head in Woody’s direction. “Who’s that? How did you get to know him?” H

" I will honey, love you baby girl." He says as the link is cut and we all break into our groups. Michelle, April, Jessica and I shift into our wolves making our way towards the town, as Shawn, Ian, Trenton and Cole shift heading to the West border. We hear BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! behind us as more explosions sound out into the night sky. Between the explosions and our paws hitting the mossy covered forest floor. Screams of agonizing pain echo through the Ever Green trees. Making our paws carry us faster down the mountain side to the town.

“You want to watch The Titanic and cry and eat all this Sugar with me?” He gives me a horrified look and I can't help laughing out loud. “Just the sugar part, Woody” I ignore the old dig at my surname, “Why?” “I was suspended from school and the football team so I'm kinda free at the moment.” No wonder he's getting groceries by 10 am on a Wednesday. “Are you serious or is this another prank?” “Come on, Woody. I'm too old for that shit.” “Okay, you can come and it's Blackwood, not Woody.” I assert and he raises his hands in surrender.

" He walked straight to the old VCR in our house like he'd done it a hundred times before and hooked it up to the aging TV. The footage was static and grainy, but the figures were clear enough. It was the day of the mural painting. I'd been crouching on the ground the entire time with my hands nowhere near the ladder. Meanwhile, Megan stood on the ladder. Right before she fell, there was a clear movement with her arm when she tilted the red paint bucket over me before the ladder began to wobble. Then, the footage showed Judd sprinting over to stand by her side, angrily pointing at me. Watching the videotape, Judd looked at my stubborn, solitary figure on the screen, and for some reason, felt

. His face lit up when a knock came on the door, he stood up excitedly believing she was the one. He opened the door, and Nicholas walked in, his excited face dropped to that of disappointment immediately. "What's up man, why are your eyes so teary and red?" Nicholas asked walking to the couch to have his seat. Xander ignored his question and walked to the fridge to get some tequila. "Tequila?" Nicholas asked with shock written over his face. Which made him question if Xander was alright. He stood up from the couch and joined Xander in the dining. "What's going on man, you don't look good to me". "I am alright, I am fine", he replied amidst tears. "You are crying man, and you said