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But the more I gave in, the bolder she became. On her graduation day, the project I made for her won her an international award. I didn't think much of it then, as it had been one of my simplest works. But afterward, once she tasted success, she began stealing everything I'd created. If I refused, she would have someone beat me up. And whenever I begged for help, not a single person believed me. They all said I was just jealous of her so-called talent and that I had gone mad with envy. That was when I finally understood. What I had lost wasn't a trophy. It was the love of my parents and the trust of my husband. To them, Esme was a genius. I was nothing but her shadow.

"He killed them. He's got that super-male syndrome and he has violent streak. He killed countless pets when he was a child and I covered for him. But I never imagined he'd murder his kids. We tried to stop him, but he swore each time was the last." She sobbed, continuing, "We're guilty for covering up for him. He's our only son. But I can't watch you lose your mind. Stephanie is gone. Kurt killed her." The crowd was stunned. "Did I hear that right? Kurt killed his kids?" "Even animals don't kill their young. Why would he?" Florence stood rigid, glancing at me. I was dumbfounded. "I didn't." "Your parents have always protected you. No way they'd frame you!" Florence yelled. "Why did you kill

Chantelle said that her mother—who was powerfully Gifted—was ashamed that she was the only non-Gifted Romina daughter in the past fifty years. “Most people would be happy to have a normal daughter,” she had said, and though her voice was steady, Gregory could see in her eyes that it still hurt her. “But that wasn’t enough for her. If I couldn’t be Gifted, I had to be better than everyone else at everything else—or I wouldn’t be worthy of her love. For a while, I tried. But then my cousin Vivian and her brother came along, and mother finally found the daughter she always wanted. I decided it was time to take myself out of the picture…though I didn’t go quietly.”

That number continued to grow as the children of the gifted matured because being gifted typically passed down through bloodlines. There was not only black and white – good and evil in the world. There were entire spectrums of color, actions, and reactions. Simply put, people were complex. There must have been a specific reason for someone to want the gifted wolves, but there was not enough to go on just yet. My gut was telling me that it was some reason beyond just controlling the gifted. “I would totally help you, but I can’t. I have some shit to work on for Janina. Reach out if you need me though,” he said before clasping my shoulder and heading out.

Gift muttered as she turned and left the office. She walked down the hall to the elevator, her gaze focused on the door, unaware of the farewell smile on Jared's secretary's face. As soon as the doors opened, she stepped into it, her face hardening with anger as she cursed under her breath, "F*ck that b*tch to hell and back." Then all of a sudden she laughed hysterically, holding her belly for a minute as she laughed, then she stopped suddenly, her eyes red. "You think you can come back to take what's mine, what has been mine all along? I would die before you take it from me again," Gift said as she began to plot ways in which to get Jared for herself once and for all.

asked the older man. “It was interesting. The subject you teach is also interesting. I never thought that there would be these many supernatural creatures on earth itself,” said Aithusa and the man looked up and said,” You might look young but you have an old soul. Don’t you? And that is the reason that you are here.” “And you are?” asked Aithusa shocked that he would be able to see her so easily. “I am Gifted. I can feel and see things that others cannot. And you are here because you have trouble. And you have come seeking help from me,” said the man and Aithusa could do nothing else except nod.

That would be a give away that she or would be gifted. “Like humans, her eyes will change color. No worries.” I assured him. “Miss, you need to be hospitalized. I think. Should I tell my Alpha and let him know, or tell your brother?” He asks as he scratches his head. I smiled at him and hum out, “No need Hun. I linked my brother just now. He’ll be here as well as some warriors to help me. What is your name so I can send a gift for helping me?” Why does he look surprised? I just want to show how thankful I am.

Still very confused Melanie urged, “What do you mean? I obviously can't hear your thoughts, that's ridiculous.” “I also have never heard of a wolf who can read minds, but you just did Mel, you’re a gifted wolf,” Sylvia explained, staring at me with an indescribable look. “What are you saying mom, there are no gifted wolves. The idea of gifted wolves is just a myth. You know that,” I stared at mom incredulously, “Sweetie, gifted wolves aren’t a myth. I know in school you’ve been told that but the only reason they’re called a myth but should be called legends, is because there has been no recordings of any gifted wolves since the last 500 years.” Sylvia explained.

Once it was on, I would never be able to take it off for the rest of my life. I quickly stepped aside to avoid her. She froze for a moment, then immediately looked hurt. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the gift I got you? I saved up my allowance for half a year just to buy it. “Forget it. I’m used to people not liking me anyway. My gift is probably trash too, so, of course, you’d reject it.” As soon as she said that, our roommates immediately felt sorry for her and started criticizing me. “Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?”