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When I was sure Bri was satisfied, we headed back to the tree for our clothes and shifted back to our human form As we headed back to the pack, a little girl ran to us crying. "What is it dear?" Emma asked, confused. "Please Luna come and heal my mother, she has been down with the illness for some time now but today she got worse and can't even speak". She said amidst tears. "Let's go," I said. We both follow the girl as she leads us to her house. We get to the house to find the girl's mother on the bed while her father wipes her body. He steps away as he sees us and I walk up to the woman. "I don't know what to do". I say to Bri confused. Place your hand on her chest Bri replies. I place my

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. The object was a sphere, about the size of his head, made of a smooth, dark material that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It pulsed with a faint inner glow, matching the rhythm of the symbols. As he drew closer, he could feel a strange energy emanating from it, a powerful force that seemed to draw him in.

I stared at the small bag in my hands, then back at Tarzan. “Go on,” he said softly. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled out the box. It was gold-colored, with “UX-Phone 17 Ultra Pro Max” written across the front. I unboxed it and carefully lifted the shiny, flat phone into my hands. My eyes widened at how big and fragile it looked. There were no buttons, only a sparkling glass screen. The glass back shimmered like liquid diamond under the light, and the edges had a premium finish.

and I shook my head, because nothing came without a price and I had spent my life paying for every choice I had made, and he said, “Good, because this will not be free,” and I narrowed my eyes and demanded, “What do you want,” and he stepped closer, closer than I expected, and he said, “Stand beside me as my Luna,” and the word felt foreign, wrong, impossible, and I asked, “Why me,” and he said quietly, “Because you are not afraid of me,” and I let out a breath, telling myself he was wrong, because I was afraid, just not in the way he thought, and I asked, “And what do I get,” and he answered steadily, “Protection,” and my heart stuttered, “Status,” I hesitated, “Freedom,” and that almost br

“The unicorn? What about it?” I explained what we had found, my words tumbling out in a rush. Drake listened in silence, then let out a long breath. “Hannah, I swear I had no idea,” he said. “Zoe bought that unicorn from a regular vendor. I even used my credit card to pay for it. Here, I’ll send you a picture of the receipt.” A few minutes later, my phone pinged with a new message. The receipt looked legitimate, from a real carnival vendor.

One of the men said to my uncle. Yes. You heard right. My uncle, the monster who almost forced himself on me a few minutes ago is the Beta of the Blackspire pack – one of the biggest and strongest packs in this country. And he was well loved. The perfect beta to everyone outside, but no one really knew how monstrous he was behind closed doors except me. But nobody would believe me, after all, I am nothing but a servant orphaned omega, but my kind uncle with his loving heart had decided to take me in after the death of my parents. I would even be scolded for saying bad things about my uncle – the Beta Sylvester.