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It is more different from anywhere I have ever imagined. " This is the werewolf Realm " Alpha Kade dropped the bombshell, and I stiffened, stunned. Swiftly, I whirled around to stare at him as though he was crazy. " Nonsense. All that was only in books. They are myths and aren't real. If you think I can start acting crazy so you and Lyrien can send me to the asylum home then I have to say you should start thinking twice. There is nothing like Werewolf. Alpha? Bullshit. Not real "

She looks at me as if asking what the hell I'm talking about. "That friendly gesture with that girl!" I stated. "What? Is it bad to be good?" she asked back. "Haha! No, it is not, It's just not like you" "Lol! I think Rox is kind! We can befriend her!" "Don't know! As you've said, she's kind so we're complete opposite" I saw her shake her head at what I said. I just shrugged. The great Black approaches someone and treats her nicely. I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black.

I can hear some waves crashing, salt air pressing down on me, and my bare feet buried the fine scalding sand. Ashton lightning-fast unfastened the plaid kerchief wrapped around my eyes and the breathtaking, sunny beach filled my vision. Wine bottles on ice, seafood snacks, strawberries dipped in chocolate fondue, and chocolate cake spread across the picnic cloth hoping it would not get smeared with a grain of sand. Then, the fair skies turned into an angry, somber firmament. We ran into Ashton’s Kia Sorento to seek shelter. It was memorable, fun, and lovely as the rain kissed the beach’s scorching sand and how damped wet, we were laughing hysterically inside the car.

I couldn't believe what was happening. "But the Gauntlett pack is our parents' pack right? So why can't we join? You can't leave us to be rouges! We barely know anything about being a werewolf and you feeding us to the wolves! Literally!" Adam couldn't even say a word. He was glued to his seat in shock, his jaw hanging open in complete disbelief at the crazy words this woman was spouting. Aunt Meghan had a feral grin on her face. "And where are your poor parents now Abby? Last time I checked, they were six feet in the ground." I gasped at her audacity before I heard what she whispered next, "Right where I put them."

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After a few minutes of tailing their scent, my foot stopped moving in the corner of the road in the middle of nowhere where a huge trunk of the tree was swallowed by fire. Aside from the empty road on both lanes, all my werewolf eyes could see on both sides were dark and dense forests. If not because of the trunk of the tree which is on fire, the entire place has been dominated by infinite darkness. "Is there anyone out there?" a faint tone echoed in my ears. "please, help me." I slide into the tree and found Kristine crawling to get out of the car. Her entire body is bleeding all over. Even if her face was coated with blood, I know it was her when her scent started from the club up to where

She tossed her hair, and then proudly displayed her phone for us to see. On the screen was a picture of the exact same watch I had on my wrist. Below it was the price tag: 428,999 dollars. That was an amount I would need a while to pronounce. "I doubt your broke boyfriend could make this much money in his whole life." She threw me a side glance. I looked down at the watch on my wrist and nodded.

_Joy_. Pure, ancient, _godly_ joy. Kieran dropped to his knees. Not in submission. In _awe_. Darius whispered a prayer. Not to the Moon Goddess. To _him_. And in the street below, every car alarm went off. All at once. --- *One Hour Later* “We run,” Kieran said. No debate. No vote. “North,” I said. “Canada. Wilderness. No people. No cameras.” “Gregor’s getting the cars,” Darius said. He was pale. Shaking. “But Kieran… he did that with _light_. With _glass_. That’s not Alpha power. That’s not wolf.”

The title read: [To My Beloved] Those three simple words gradually blurred before my eyes. As if refusing to believe it, I entered my birthday, her birthday, and our wedding anniversary. I stubbornly tried every date that held special meaning for us, but none of them worked. Finally, I opened Harley's social media profile, found his birthday, and entered it. The folder unlocked. Despite already knowing the answer, seeing it with my own eyes still left my chest aching so intensely that I could barely breathe. The folder was 4.3 GB in size. Every file inside was about Harley.