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I knew he will not follow me but I didn’t dare to look back. Why he is doing all this to me? Is he trying to test me? But I never gave him any hint that I like him, though I like him a lot. I will never do that. Marina said he despise those girls who try to seduce him. But here the reality is the complete opposite. We are werewolves, and we are fated to be with our mate. I knew I will get to know who my mate is after eighteen. So this one year I didn’t want to do anything that make me regret it, and I feel guilty about my mate.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

Eventually the brunette managed to pull herself together in order to tell Dawn everything that had happened. The blackette sat there, listening to what she was saying. As Lena continued, Dawn grew even more angry. She needed to find Drummond’s grave and fast! Which incidentally she had almost done when Lena called to ask if she could stay for a few nights. “This thing, whatever it is, needs to be found and stopped before someone else dies”, Lena declared and then clapped a hand over her mouth when she hiccupped. “I think I know what it is”, Dawn said slowly “a vengeful spirit”.

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

I knew he hated it when I got into trouble, and he hated it even more when ghost was involved. ''I have no idea? ''he laughed, but it was a bitter laugh. ''I know very well, Davina, and that's why I'm going to stop you from doing something stupid. ''Nonsense? He deserves that and much more! ''I turned again to Ghost, who was now standing too close. Close enough for me to see the glint in his cold, calculating eyes.

His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

My gaze narrowed at him, my breath constricting tight in my throat, all I ever wanted was to escape myself from those memories, why did I end up going back to it each time? "Or perhaps did you enter into a relationship recently? Most of the incidences like yours that I've seen were mostly from past lovers who wanted revenge, Most times it is from the people who know you very well...intimately I mean" His words hit me hard, my head grew blank with a surge of dizziness. I couldn't breathe, I remained frozen while my sensitive skin prickled with goosebumps. No. He was wrong. Dead people can't take revenge on me because they don't return from the dead, and I don't believe in ghosts.

Warm blood slides down my cheek as the ache swells and throbs. The shadows gather, their forms flickering in and out of focus. Four silhouettes emerge, closing in with unnatural slowness, their movements dragging through the air like figures wading through water. They hover at the edge of my vision, shifting and distorting, a pack of vengeful ghosts drawn together by hunger. “There’s nowhere to run, Tabitha Huxley…” Their mouths stretch into impossible smiles as they advance, teeth gleaming too white in the dark. NO!