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Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω SCENE IN THE CLAN The clan was filled with guards and maids emerging to greet the Triple Three A.K.A The Trios who had just returned from their mission. They consistently succeeded in every mission, and there were three of them. They referred to themselves as the triple three. Their names were Anna, Riley, and Jordan. Anna continued to leap with joy at being back in her homebase. “Hey freaking peeps, what's uuupp”She yelled as she twirled in her multi-coloured boots.

Misty and Lizzy sat with them. “Whatever happened with that betting pool?” Thea said. “It’s kind of open-ended,” Lizzy said. “No one officially won because no one guessed you wouldn’t mark the triplets.” “Since I’m human and I can’t. Hmm. Funny the things you don’t see coming,” Thea said. Kai squeezed her. “Thea?” The triplets turned and growled. Their growls had changed since they shifted. Much scarier. Much louder. It got the attention of the entire cafeteria.

Dina said, briefly picking her face up from their huddle. Damn… I glanced at his face and it was one of absolute frustration and terror. “I’ll go with you, if you want,” I offered. I tried to look meaningful, if that was a face. “Yeah, I might need a referee if you don’t mind,” he said, kind of taking me by surprise. Of course I’d wanted to offer to help but I just didn’t imagine he would accept it. I really had no clue what the triplets actually thought of me outside of the basic courtesy they showed me at work. It wasn’t like we were getting together for movie nights or video games.

Trist added gently and understandingly. Clement was silent for a moment at what Trist said when he spoke. "Aren't you afraid you might be the next of the three?" Apparently hesitant Clement said. It refers to Chris, Simon and Samuel. Trist laughed slightly at Clement's question. "Why would I? And if there's a reason to die, that's what I'm grateful for." Trist said without remorse. Clement only nodded in response to Trist's meaningful words. AFTER the work of Ynaria, Helen, Dylan, Wendy, Ryan and Paul. They all went to their locker room at once where the boys and girls were separated. When they finished, they went out at the same time, they all seemed to be silent, especially Ynaria.

But today, they looked completely different. They stood together in a tight circle, not speaking to anyone else. Alaric had his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders hunched slightly. Silas kept shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto me. Killian was leaning against a pillar, his face pale and completely drained of his usual bright, cocky energy. They looked absolutely miserable. And they weren't even trying to hide it. "Well, look at that," Clara whispered, nudging Martha with her elbow. A small, knowing grin spread across her face. "I don't think I have ever seen the Blackwood triplets look so thoroughly defeated. They look like

Trinity smiled and pretended to look cool like she always did, though she did what she usually would not do by wearing a checkered dress. “Hey, we can talk about anything, right?” She patted his shoulder. “It's rare to see you so troubled!” Fredric pursed his lips and lowered his voice a moment later. “Trinity, I’m really only a good friend to you, right?” She was stunned before nodding immediately. “We’re… bros?”

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

she said with a hint of jealousy in her tone of voice. "I don't usually do it, but, the trizillos have always made fun of me, I don't want it to happen anymore" I said soaping my body. "Are you serious? Any girl would die for a body like yours" she said. I heard her words and removed the soap from my body before I took the towel and started to dry myself. "According to the triplets, I'm a deformed little piggy" I said mocking myself. "I don't think so. They look at you in a different way. I think they think you're sexy" she said arching her eyebrows.

He cut in, “Trouble, I know. Anything you have to say?” I gulped. “I'm glad you know, but do you know the reason why?” He raised a brow. “Tell me.” “Because they've all found a mate. Adrian, Alex and Arnold, they all share one mate.” “Wow,” he replied. “That's rare, but it's possible for triplets. So tell me who it is. Is it you?” My eyes grew large. I was shocked by his question. “No–” Even though I wished it was. “It's not me, it's someone else, you know.”