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she whispered. The sound of the storm outside grew louder. Somewhere deep in the house, the floorboards creaked as if someone else was moving. She snapped the book shut, pressing it against her chest. A cold feeling spread through her body, as though the house itself had been waiting for her to find it. Olivia carried the book to the desk and sat down. She opened it again, this time slower. In the middle pages, there were paragraphs of rules, rituals, and warnings. Words leapt at her eyes:

Tinkerbell and I were off the couch in a flash, running up the stairs only to be stopped by Makayla. “You don’t want to go in there. You’re far too innocent to see that. Clay and Xenia are fun, don’t worry.” Makayla assured us and, with a shudder, returned to her room. I sat there for a moment looking at Clay’s closed bedroom door and listening for any sounds of distress. But it sounded like they were getting along. I'd be a nuisance if it were a different woman in his room, but I like Xenia. She’s an excellent dog-loving person who won’t stand for his shit. So I retreated to the sofa with Tinkerbell.

She didn’t think they would care about the new holes her magic had drilled into their skulls. “I think Jenna has arrived,” Rave said, lifting his eyes toward the canopy of branches above. “I hear an owl flying low.” A moment later, a large brown and white owl fluttered to the ground near the riverbank. Leesa watched as the familiar silver glow appeared around the owl’s taloned feet and slowly worked its way up the bird’s legs and body. When the glow reached the owl’s head, a silver flash lit up the night for a split second. When the flash disappeared, Jenna stood where the bird had been.

Theo nestled closer to her, his eyes heavy with wonder and contentment, his small hand now resting on her arm as if to anchor himself in the safety of her presence. As the story reached its climax, Mama Hazel's voice rose and fell like a gentle lullaby, soothing Theo's restless mind and guiding him into a realm of dreams. The final pages turned, the tale coming to a peaceful conclusion as Oliver found his way back home, his heart full of joy and his spirit enriched by his adventures. With a gentle kiss on Theo's forehead, Mama Hazel closed the book and placed it on the nightstand. Theo's breathing had slowed to the rhythmic pattern of slumber, his dreams filled with visions of playful foxes

Haley paused and then said: "Regardless, Owen doesn't know how to bathe, you should have helped him with the hot water just now." Dear readers, we wish to inform you that the latest installment of our cherished narrative will resume its regular schedule within a weekn. Your patience is immensely appreciated, and we are devoted to ensuring that the forthcoming chapters meet the exceptional standards you deserve. We entreat you not to forsake the adventures that lie within these pages, for the ensuing chapters promise to unfurl even more enthralling twists and riveting tales. Thank you for your understanding and continued support.

Once again, Matt ordered them to tail me around and assist me with anything I might need, including my little lifeline research. Jax looks like he never got to bed last night because he is either drooling over the books or passing out with his head extended back over the chair's backrest. And Oliver is stiffer than a broomstick, moving around like an old rusty robot needing its hinges to be oiled. Taking a deep breath, I return my focus to the book pages. They are great warriors, but if I have to rely on them to figure out how to stop me from dying, then I better start building my own casket because these two won't make the cut.

Olivia rolled her blue eyes before hitting Tiz with her pillow, sticking her tongue out at him. I giggled again and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag, holding my pillow as I waited for Owen to begin the story again. I might be the youngest heir, but I’m not scared of some campfire story. I’m an alpha heir. Being five doesn’t mean I will fear whatever story Aunt Talia made up to scare Owen and Olivia. Besides, it can’t be that scary. Right?

Opened the book to the first page. Once upon a time, there was a wolf who forgot how to howl... I read until Lila fell asleep. Then I walked back to the main house. The hallway light was on. I didn't turn it off. And somewhere in the darkness, I heard footsteps stop outside my door. Just for a second. Just long enough to listen. Just long enough. ---

he inquired, turning to her mom. "Oh, she's upstairs. You can go check on her," her mom replied, already occupied with her tasks. Wyatt seized the chance and climbed the stairs, drawn by his yearning for her touch. She'd become his anchor, but as he neared the door, her voice reached him, engaged in a conversation on the phone. Hazel spoke of her wolf, revealing its name and their long-standing bond. Her tone lowered to whispers, seeking guidance on what to do about Wyatt. Agreeing hums followed as if she received instructions from the other end. Unable to restrain himself, Wyatt knocked, silencing the voices within. Hazel ended the call, and as he entered, he found her by the mirror as thou

Charlie Owen isn’t in the kitchen anymore when I come back down the stairs. The house is dark, with the exception of a soft glow coming from the screened-in porch. A single candle is lit and sitting on the table out there, and Owen’s back is to me as he looks at the fountain in the pond behind his house. There’s a light in it, making the simple fountain look much fancier at night than it actually is.