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“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

Staying like this until I stand and look out over the horizon, past the forest to the vast open land below. I lift my head and rear back - I call Ruda forward and we let out our loudest howl. The Roar of an Alpha, the call of a warrior, the command of a king. The power of my wolf. This is what they will feel when they hear my call. The howl of The Forsaken Prince. For I am Hunji: The Legend. ***THE END*** ***REMEMBER I ALWAYS POST AN ADDITIONAL CHAPTER AND BONUS CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT BOOK***

Not crumbling, but awakening and like something inside it was clawing toward the surface. Riven inhaled sharply. “It’s trying to break free.” Another pulse hit me. My knees buckled. The symbols on my skin flared white-hot. Kyren caught me, holding me upright as the Tear Drop’s glow exploded outward. A voice whispered inside my skull. “Fourth of blood, fourth of moon. What breaks now cannot be undone.” The chamber dissolved into a void of darkness. The boys stood like anchors around me with wings, shadows, claws, and gold.

He could imagine all that he wanted, but to witness firsthand gave the ordeal an entirely different feeling of wrong. “You reek of sex,” Kendra snapped as Rupert settled down next to her by the fire. “Would you like to wash me?” he asked with a daring tone. “You disgust me,” she snapped. “Careful,” Rex warned in a low tone. It was clear that Rupert no longer felt a family connection or loyalty. He had no doubt that the aliens had messed with Rupert’s brain in some way to cause the apparent severing of family ties as well as hardening his heart to the fate of his fellow man. He didn’t care how things ended between Rupert and his family or why he moved out. If he was raised by Olga, he wo

Freya I bit my tongue to stop myself from apologising, to stop myself from thanking him yet again. All that would do is give him mixed signals, and as much as I wished things could be different, i knew my place in the world and it wasn’t here playing princess to a delta. “Jackson, our head warrior, would like to speak to you if you feel up to it. I said I would ask but feel free to say no, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He stated pointedly and I nodded.

He seemed to have known what I was going to do. "I am confiscating all your books that have anything to do with the Moon Goddess and me!" I pushed him away as he had gotten too close to me. I scampered into his chamber and right there on the table, I saw the big book. Luckily, it was opened to the page of growing wings and soaring high. I was first attracted by the drawings on the page. A lady stood beside a cliff in the first drawing and jumped into the cliff in the second drawing. In the third drawing, she had grown wings while flying back up.

The air pressed against her skin as if the wing itself were testing her resolve. The fourth door on the right stood half-open. She pushed it gently and slipped inside. The air smelled faintly of paper and smoke, as though a fire had once warmed this room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books whose spines were faded and cracked. A shawl rested over the arm of a chair near the window. On the small table beside it lay a teacup with a ring dried into the porcelain, as if someone had put it down and never returned.

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The fourth book requires something the previous three did not. She has been writing for fourteen months, since February of the previous year, when the argument sentence arrived. In those fourteen months, she has written forty-seven entries, read them all multiple times, and understood one thing clearly: the fourth book cannot be written from the position of the practitioner describing the practice. It must be written from the position of the person living inside the thing being described. The first book was the practice named. She was outside it enough to describe it.

Serena: Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying. When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack. It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then. Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help. It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.