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"What was that supposed to mean?" I rolled my eyes. What a dumb ass. "Open your eyes, jock; your girlfriend has been wreaking havoc in school thinking she's the sh!t. She put every girl's self-esteem to a zero and it's about time someone's putting her in her place. Guess what? It's going to be me, the Revenge Artist."

Queen Mother Rhea smiled at me with a cold gleam in her eyes and slowly raised her small silver dagger. The warm candlelight from the iron wall sconces reflected off the sharp edge of the polished blade. I tightened my grip on the heavy brass candlestick in my left hand and prepared to swing it at her head if she lunged forward. Rhea did not charge across the room or try to stab me in the chest with her weapon. She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance.

Someone. Dad's eyes are still wide open, emotionless. The entire incident comes flooding back to me all at once, and I slump to the ground, the newfound energy getting zapped out of me all at once. "*We must get revenge,*" the Angry Voice in my head says, and I nod, still tired, but happy at the fact that she hasn't lost her anger mode due to my fatigue. "Let me lend you some of my strength, young one," the voice says again, and I blink. "I'm sorry, wha-"

Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings. Reese’s wolf, Botan, his coat was black. A rich, deep black that almost shimmered blue when he was in the sunlight. Eva’s markings were the same beautiful black color. She had a crescent moon on her right flank. Reese told me that it was a waxing crescent moon. According to Reese, her mark was filled with symbolism and contained several positive aspects. Including making new friends, being decisive, building a better future, and increasing her happiness and joy.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

No, when she turned and walked up to Chelsea who still stood frozen at the side of the stage, her dress was completely backless. And the the pace where the red material of her dress should have been, was a tattoo of a phoenix. An ancient bird rumored to rise out of shes after being burnt. It was beautiful, it was flaming, it accentuated her waust and it was fucking hot. David took in a deep breath and blinked, glancing around him shyly to see if anyone had noticed the slight tightening at the front of his pants. She stood by Chelsea and in the most outrageous show of victoy, placed her hand on Chelsea’s shoulder and used to support to climb unto stage to receive her award.