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MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

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And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

He stops to pick up a crystal book stand and brings it to the table, setting the leather bag on top. I can feel the book’s energy calling to me. It’s darker than the darkest corner of the underworld and greedy like a starving animal. It’s thick, violent, and hopeless. It is full of despair that feels like it wants to drown you in a pit of hot tar. It is passionate and calculated in all the worst ways. Rage and a seething sense of malice swirl around its edges, so palpable, you can practically feel it on the edges of your fingers.

" Yoana's voice trembled through her tears. "They're not you, Mommy. They won't love me like you do." I stopped for a second, looked up at the withered tassel tree, and decided not to turn back. Sean sat slumped over, cradling Max, both looking like golden retrievers caught in a downpour. I reached out and gently patted their heads. "What's up? Feeling sad?"

“You… were always… my greatest pride.” The ancient vampire crumbled to ash in the rain. Damien stood motionless, rain mixing with the blood on his face. He didn’t cry. Vampires rarely could. But the emptiness inside him howled louder than any wolf. Occult Studies Basement Exit Serena Vale ran through the secret tunnels beneath the library, violet magic flickering weakly around her hands. The smell of burning sage and flesh still clung to her clothes — the scent of her coven dying by her own fire.

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“Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.” The door slammed behind him. The sound reverberated through the quiet apartment, leaving only the rain and my ragged breathing. I stood there for a long moment, cheeks burning with shame and something else I couldn’t name. Slowly, I walked to the worktable. My fingers trembled as I broke the crimson seal. The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older.