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Jo pulled Vivian in front of me. “Seriously?” I faked hearing the news for the first time. “Congratulations!” She did her duty and pulled her shirt to the side. A single Talen with an E sat across her neck perfectly. “So pretty!” “Come on! They have been waiting to get started!” Willow smiled at me from across the room.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

He seemed like a little dog obeying his master, It was as if Daisy had an unwarranted control over him, and I despised it more than anything, it irritated me to no end. I couldn't resist making disapproving faces and gestures while hoping to convey my embarrassment towards Christopher's behavior. As I stood there, fully immersed in my silent protest, an unexpected force pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and fall right in front of Christopher and Daisy. It was Willow, the notorious troublemaker. She hastily apologized, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry," Willow exclaimed, pretending that the act had been unintentional. Satisfied with her accomplish

I answer, pretending like I don't know it is Willow on the other end of the line. "Osiris?" Her melodious voice comes across the speaker. "I need your help." Her voice has a slight panic as she speaks, and it almost sounds genuine. But I would have to be a fool to fall for it. "Who is this?" I respond, trying to keep the humor out of my voice. "It is Willow," she whispers as if she is trying to hide her identity. "Well, if it isn't Mighty Mouse herself," I laugh through the phone. "What can I help you with?"

his voice trembled through the phone. I didn’t mean to use my Alpha voice. I have never had to with my pack. They have never given me a reason to need to. I feel a little guilty for using it on the old man now, but he didn’t seem upset about it. “Thank you,” I manage to get out before the line disconnects. I look down at Willow and wipe a few stray hairs from her face. While she is unconscious her body is still shivering and trembling like someone who has been out in below freezing temperatures for too long. Her skin feels ice cold to the touch, yet her forehead is beaded with sweat.

After an eternity, it picked up. “Willow? Are you okay?” came the familiar voice that made my stomach drop. Now I was hyperventilating. I choked trying to speak and tears ran down my face. I didn’t even know what to tell him. Sloan knew me already though as his voice rang out again, “stay there, I will be to you in twenty minutes.” And he hung up.

the wolf chuckles lightly, “We’re the only two here. Now, can you answer my question? Who are you? I’ve been here for years and no one’s ever come to visit me before. So, tell me who you are?” “I’m Willow,” I mumble nervously, taken aback by her outright forwardness. “You’ll need to speak up, I can’t hear you,” she calls out, “-I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but there’s an enormous sheet of glass standing between us,” she mockingly points out, “-whispering is no good in here.” “My name's Willow,” I repeat much louder, hoping my voice reaches the animal on the other side. “You’re Willow? As in, the Willow? That’s impossible. You can’t be here,” she scoffs in disbelief, “-I’m supposed to brea

“I don’t know…. I mean, you’ll be trapping yourself in a world of solitude until you grow old and die. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be… drunk? Drunk and dancing on a beach, dancing with a guy who… who you find handsome… and he makes you feel all… hot?” I glare at her, but she’s grinning again, enjoying my discomfort, seeing right through the armor I’ve tried to don over the course of the conversation. “Don’t you want to kiss someone before you take the oath?” “Who would kiss me, Willow? Be serious.” She scoffs. “Have you looked in the mirror? Better yet, have you seen the way Tate and Miles gawk at you? It’s your boobs. They’re wonderful. Perfect, actually. You’re the Goddess’s f

She was ready to tear off her concealer and reveal her real identity to everyone. "Oh! Well!" She shrugged her shoulders, dropped the empty glass of wine on the table, and lowered her mouth to her shoulder. "You don't need to be scared of losing him to me, Willow. There's absolutely nothing I want to do with him. I don't go back to my vomit. That is my rule, and I will stick to it," she whispered. Although her voice was low, it was filled with a mixture of mockery and taunting. She raised her face a little and made a scornful expression.

"Is it that boy?" Willow was tense as she turned around. "It's Mia Thompson." . . . ________________