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“CIARA JOY!” If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters. “Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”

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It pressed against my heart, heavy and suffocating, until I stepped into the open of the backyard. The book wasn't a thick one; it was a novella, but I didn't get the time to complete it. I opened the book, and after reading a few paragraphs, I was once again back to my thoughts. The pages blurred before me as I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree. I wasn’t really reading, I was just… trying to think of my future in the pack.

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?

I am not worried about getting lost, I know the place like the back of my hand. When I reach the forest, I take in a deep breath and let it out before continuing to walk. It does not take me very long to reach the giant oak tree. It even has my initials that I carved into it the first time I ran here to get away from everyone and everything. The almost full moon sits in the sky and gives the night an eerie feel. I sit right under the tree with my back laid against the trunk. The ground is dirty but I gladly rest my legs on it.

So now that it was very obvious that she won't be able to give him the baby, well unless she magically got pregnant by the next day and the chances of that happening were small, Aurora decided to get him a book, she knew very little about what books he likes, well she was not much of a reader so she asked the very kind nice lady in the book shop inside the estate. The lady in the bookshop recommended Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, so Aurora bought it and wrapped it in a box, putting it under the Christmas tree, she did all these alone since it was Christmas season Nate was quite busy and Aurora had a taste of what being married to him for the rest of her like will be like, Nate always

Opal Saturday afternoon brought a gentle autumn rain to Savannah, turning the cobblestone streets slick and reflective. Seeking refuge from the drizzle, I took the triplets to E. Shaver, Bookseller—a cozy, labyrinthine indie bookstore filled with the comforting aroma of old paper, leather bindings, and dark roast coffee. "Stay together, please," I instructed softly, unwrapping my damp scarf as we navigated the narrow wooden aisles. "Mommy, can I look at the space books with the giant rockets?" Oliver asked, tugging on my sleeve, his dark eyes wide with excitement.

As I was drowning in the depths of despair, a faint rustling sound of turning pages reached my ears. I jerked my head up, quickly wiping away the tears streaking down my face. Under the massive oak tree, less than ten yards away, a maid dressed in a coarse uniform was curled up on the grass. She was completely absorbed in the tattered leather-bound book in her hands, so much so that she hadn't even noticed my presence. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to swallow the lump in my throat and stepped onto the lawn, heading toward her. "What are you reading?" I asked, trying my best to keep my voice steady.

Mountains and a city. I sat against a huge oak tree in this small clearing, a bottle of water lying on my lap. A withered book sat in my hands. I wasn't sure what the title was, nor did I really care. I read the words greedily, a desperate attempt to escape the world I lived in. The sound of snapping branches ripped me from my thoughts.

- 24 - Out in the woods, deep in the forest, where the trees get so dense that the undergrowth has never been touched by the rays of the sun, there, beneath the roots of an ancient oak tree, lies a mound covered by a thick layer of dried leaves. Hidden among the ancient roots is a small opening. At first glance, one might think it’s just a small burrow, a lair where bears spend their winter, but looks can be deceiving, particularly when enchantment is at work.