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When he didn't answer, she spammed him with messages. Without even looking at them, he turned his phone off. Then, he took out the crystal pendant he took with him everywhere now and gripped it tightly. Gently, he rubbed it with his fingers. … Four years later, two adults and a young boy stood out conspicuously at Asnea Airport. The young woman had her hair pinned back with a simple hair clip and was wearing a hearing aid. She was exquisitely beautiful, especially her bright eyes. However, they also reflected a deep melancholy that others her age didn't have.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

"I heard about you. About how you were rejected and survived. I thought maybe you could help me figure out how to keep going." Aria's heart ached for this young wolf. She saw her younger self in Sarah's desperate eyes. "You're going to survive this," Aria said firmly. "I know it doesn't feel like it now. I know the pain seems endless. But you're stronger than you think." "Everyone says that. But I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "I felt the same way. But broken doesn't mean destroyed. You can heal. It takes time, but you can." Aria took Sarah's hand. "Have you heard of Haven? Kade's settlement for wolves who need a fresh start?"

Mode of transportation and plane tickets are not a problem since we decide to use Brian’s private jet. ’Goodbye Miami’ I whisper to myself as I stare at the place where I have had all my happy moments and fair share of problems too, the place that had been my home. I am leaving the place to move on from some people but I am never going to leave the memories. I just need a fresh start but I sure as hell will keep the memories locked up deep within me and I will unleash them when the time to satiate my burning desire for revenge is up. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I sat beside it. Tore off a piece of toast. Chewed slowly. Swallowed harder. It tasted like ash. But I kept eating. Because sometimes, even the broken girls have to keep going. Even if no one is watching. Even if they’re still on fire.

And somehow, that made it easier to breathe. I’ve spent years thinking I was the only one who stayed too long, who let herself be silenced, who forgot how to speak her own name without shame. But today, you reminded me that survival isn’t weakness. That healing doesn’t have to be loud to be real. And that maybe—just maybe—I’m not broken. Just bruised. Thank you for your voice. It helped me find a piece of mine. —A sister in the storm Jack read it twice. Then he folded it carefully and handed it back to her, his throat thick.

I cut her off, "yeah, your family helped me. But I followed your advice and handed over everything my parents left me. I never owed you anything." *** William and I didn't change course. Francia was still the plan. It was drizzling the day we left, just enough to blur the edges. Right as we hit security, chaos. Nathan showed up—soaked, muddy, completely wrecked. "Joelle, Joelle." He grabbed my suitcase. The floor was slick—he slipped and hit the ground hard, right in front of me. "Joelle, don't leave. Please?" *** William looked like he just stepped in something nasty.

a nurse shouted. Before Aika could protest, the doors closed. Something inside her snapped. “I was here first!” she screamed, pain and fury mixing in her voice. Minutes later, she could no longer wait. Her body forced the decision for everyone. In the chaos, doctors rushed her into a smaller emergency room. The lights were too bright. The room too tight. Her breathing uneven. Twenty agonizing minutes later, a cry pierced the air. A baby boy. Aika wept as she held him.

But Calvin’s presence was reminding her of something she had nearly forgotten: Love did not have to be naïve. Trust did not have to be blind. And hope — fragile as it felt — was not weakness. It was strength choosing to risk again. She walked to the mirror, studying her reflection. No longer the woman shattered by headlines. No longer the woman building walls out of fear. But a woman who had survived — and was daring to feel again. Her phone vibrated softly. Calvin: “Goodnight, Mia. Thank you for today.” She smiled before replying. Mia: “Goodnight, Calvin.”

Its form had already taken shape. I hurriedly closed my eyes again. However, I could feel the tingle in my nose, reminding me that I couldn't deny that this was now my reality. I had killed my own child because of a man who hadn't been worth any of my time or effort. My phone vibrated next to me. It was a text message from Archer Nolan. "Are you done sulking? You're already so old, yet you keep acting like a spoiled child! Don't keep thinking that the world revolves around you. You'd better know your place and stay there, Selene!"