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She squeezed my hand and walked off and I watched her go and then turned to Tyler. "What's up?" "I want to talk," he said. We walked away from the group and stopped near the far end of the corridor and Tyler put his hands in his pockets and looked at me with an expression that was more serious than his usual. "There's a big game coming," he said. "Two weeks. Scholarships on the line. Finals spot. You know all of this." "I'm the captain, Tyler. I'm aware." "I heard you tell coach it was family stuff."

Havermouth, Present Time “F-k,” Rhett was taken aback when Tyler walked in. “You look like shit.” Tyler was pale and his eyes heavily shadowed. His hair was a mess, his jaw stubbled and he wore a pair of tracksuit pants and an oversized sweater that had obviously been slept in. He clutched a litre bottle of murky-looking water in his hand, half empty. Tyler nodded, wearily. “Feel like shit.” “Is the job worth it?” Heath wondered as he set the tray of pancakes onto the table.

Two names were scrawled across the file: *Theresa Lynn Whitlock, Age: 48 , Deceased Luna of Dartmoor, Mother* *Narissa Whitlock, Age: 21, Alpha of Dartmoor, Daughter* “What’s this?” I ask, still as confused as ever. I flick through the file … birth certificates, information where both women worked and moved to, everything from phone numbers, addresses, credit cards, associates who they came in contact with, and towns they’ve lived in. “Your sister.”

Lia settled into the bleachers, her heart racing with excitement as she watched the boys compete on the ice. Tyler stood out, gliding effortlessly across the rink with a grace that left her in awe. It was as if he had been destined to play hockey from the moment he could skate. With each swift movement, he danced around his opponents, demonstrating a skill that took both Lia and the crowd by surprise, especially when he outmaneuvered Asher, a player known to be the king of hockey in Crestwood.

"Go for it. I think those 'cramps' you lied to your mom about actually found their way to me. I’m heading home to curl into a ball. Mia, you coming?" Mia nodded, though her eyes lingered on me for a second longer than usual before they left. The hockey court was electric. Tyler looked like a different person in his gear—powerful, focused, and undeniably handsome. When he spotted me in the stands, he flashed a brilliant smile and waved his stick in the air. He played with a frantic energy, leading his team to a 4-2 victory and securing the 'Man of the Match' award. By the time the game ended and the celebrations died down, the sun had dipped below the horizon. I said a quick congratulations t

"We need to have another talk with Ty, he needs to know that it's okay. He likes her I know he does no matter how he tries to hide that shit." "And if we want to keep him from flipping his shit over this fuckfest we'd better figure out a way to get it through his thick skull that the shit that happened in his past was not his fault and should not stand in the way of him finding happiness now." They all nodded but I knew it was going to be left up to Lo and me to deal with his ass, fucking wimps. *** Tyler ***

she scoffs. I bite my lower lip, “I can’t help that Daddy didn’t give me his tall gene, I’m like Momma,” I beam at him, “compact size and will be strong like her.” Tyler chuckles, “more like bite size Brook.” I turn glaring at him, he’s 11 and already as tall as Lynx and he’s 17, “you’re not funny Ty,” I narrow my eyes. He chuckles, “come on bite size, dance with me.”

“Anyone I know?” Clara's laughter was a light, airy thing. “Oh, no, I don't think so," Clara continued, shaking her head, a smile spreading out over her face. “His name is Tyler. He's sort of, you know, between things at the moment, trying to get back on his feet. A really rough time has been had by him, but he's so smart and driven. He just needed someone to believe in him, you know?” It was there. The classic move by Tyler Cook; The injured animal act, attacking the inborn goodness in good people.

“TYLER RIVERS, HEIR TO THE RIVERS INDUSTRIES ARRESTED TODAY AFTER AN ANONYMOUS VIDEO RECORDING WAS SUBMITTED TODAY AT THE POLICE DEPARTMENT. THE VOICE NOTE WAS SAID TO HAVE CONTAINED CLIPS OF HIM CONFESSING TO ALL HIS CRIMES, INCLUDING BEING BEHIND THE DEATH OF A FINAL YEAR STUDENT IN DARPMONT COLLEGE THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. WHO WAS NOW DISCOVERED TO BE HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND. THE VIDEO CLIP ALSO REVEALED THAT HE ORCHESTRATED THE SCANDAL INVOLVING THE LATE YOUNG MADAM OF THE BLACKWOOD'S FAMILY—LEAH HARNES. AS IT WAS SAID THAT LEAH NEVER HAD AN EXTRA MARITAL AFFAIR WITH HIM. BUT SHE WAS FRAMED.” My hands trembled, and I could barely listen to it any more as I paused the video. After five years. After

This wasn’t just an attack—it was a message. “She’s gone,” he whispered. Ravik’s voice echoed in his mind. Find her. Hunt them down. Tear them apart. But who? Who had dared to abduct his Luna? His thoughts immediately went to Valerian. That snake had been too quiet lately. His movements unpredictable, his mind unreadable. It wouldn’t be beyond him to use something this underhanded. But Alexandro had no proof. And accusing Valerian without evidence would plunge the two packs into a war neither was ready for.