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“What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?” Harold remained silent as he thought of an answer. By the time they got to the foot of the stairs, he had come up with one already. “There's an increased amount of pressure on us to succeed in everything we do,” Harold said. “Woah! That must be awful,” Chloe exclaimed. “Yes, it is,” Harold confirmed. “Did you see that student? The blonde that was crying?” “For half a second, yeah. Why'd you ask?” “If he was the pup of an Alpha, him crying is one of the greatest ways he could disgrace his family and even, clan.”

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Sympathy poured in. The family stood together. Stronger. Unbroken. Elena finished the chapter. Titled it: The Rain That Never Forgets She printed it. Bound it. Placed it beside the others. Then she walked to the veranda. The rain was falling harder now—angry, relentless. She stepped out into it. Let it soak her dress, her hair, her skin. She tilted her head back. Closed her eyes. Let the water run down her face. She whispered to the rain.

She rose to her knees, then to her feet, swaying, bleeding, burning, but standing. And then she looked down at me. Down. Because I was still crouched on the filthy floor like some kind of supplicant, like some kind of servant, while she towered above me on legs that should have collapsed. "Do You want to know the truth?" she said. She took a step forward. I scrambled backward, falling onto the filthy stone, my beautiful crimson gown absorbing the dirt and grime of her cell. "I stayed because I believed in the pack. I stayed because I thought I could make a difference. I stayed because leaving would have meant abandoning everyone who needed me. But love Kai?"

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

After several minutes of the whole healing and delivering, it was 11:59 already and we began to count. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" ~•~ 2249 words!!! Does anyone have an aunt like Aunt Adeola and Aunt Erioluwa???? We are heading towards the end of this book, guys!!! Thanks for always supporting. VOTE AND COMMENT!❤️❤️❤️

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

to the empty apartment, as if the walls, or the internet, might obey. —End Chapter 8