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His lifeless eyes stared up at the night sky. “What—what the hell?” Veronica stammered, her voice unsteady, betraying the rising horror in her chest. She took a step back, her body trembling as her brain struggled to process what had just happened. Imara, still holding the blade tightly in her hand, rushed toward Veronica and placed it on her neck, feeling her stutter. "Do you now feel the terror?" Imara whispered, her tone icy and deliberate, sending a chill straight to Veronica's spine. The words hung in the air, suffocating and unrelenting, as Veronica instinctively swallowed the coldness that seemed to creep into her very core.

Maya added, her mouth curving, "I hear you when you cry. Muffled and all." Veronica stared at her. Maya just smiled. The valley was fully lit now, the last of the mist dissolved into the pale October sky. Veronica took in the sight before her. "He looked at me in that corridor and I couldn't look away." Maya said nothing. "I've been looked at with anger before. Contempt. Indifference." Veronica's voice was steady but thin. "He looked at me like I had taken something from him that he was never going to get back. And all I could think was—"

“You mean you want to size her up. Dane doesn’t want you, why don’t you get it through that thick head of yours.” Veronica clenches her teeth and glares at Raven. “You don’t scare me. You tried that once, and look how that turned out. Maybe Dane needs a reminder of how meddling his baby sister is.” “Ladies?” Beta Eric strides towards us. “Am I interrupting something?” “No.” Raven snaps. “Veronica is just leaving!” “For now.” Veronica smiles at Beta Eric. As she turns to walk away, she tells Beta Eric that she is sorry to hear about him and his mate.

-It's very sexy and daring of you- she concluded as she went to the bed, holding her hands to feel the softness of the fabric where there was no lace. - And so are you," he said as he hugged her from behind, but not before taking the rose and handing it to her. And so they stayed for some time, letting Veronica's memory rest in peace. Marcus was lying on the bed, so to speak, propped up against the headboard, wearing only dark blue pyjama trousers and Amy on his chest between his arms as he read the digital newspaper from Lacrimal city, and had a jolt when he saw on the front page prominently the picture of Vera and Veronica and the news.

"How are things going out there?" “Threat of a breach,” he corrected. He’d opened the door a little wider, leaning on the frame. “We found nothing, but just to be certain, we’ll stay out there.” “Do you need…” “I’ve got company, Annie,” he interrupted quickly, throwing his head over his shoulders for a fraction of a second. But I caught it. How could I miss it when every part of me was attuned to him? “I’ve got to go.” And then, the rose appeared from behind. He stretched out a hand to me, angling his head. His hair grazed the under of his ears softly, even if there was nothing soft about the Enforcer of the Blue Moon Pack.

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

Veronica yelled, her veins almost popping out. “Veronica you should have accepted the fall, now you are going to die”. Bluey said calmly, her voice sending chills to the atmosphere. “Hah! Veronica laughed, what a joke. You do know that I am smarter, right. You can't just kill me, someone would look for me”. She said with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “What!” Bluey immediately dropped her glass of champagne, her eyes twisting with anger but suddenly her face got insipid.

Brown in her room, sitting on her bed and staring at Scarlet’s picture. “Happy birthday, Grandma,” Veronica wishes her and gave her a hug. When she saw Scarlet’s picture in her hand, she felt a pang of anger. Why is she still having her picture? “Thank you, Vero,” Mrs. Brown smiled weakly at her, and Veronica forced a smile. Meanwhile, Marriott had gone to the bathroom to prepare the water tub for her mother. “I wish she was here,” Mrs. Brown started to cry as she watches Scarlet’s picture. “Oh granny, it's been months now,” Veronica sighs as she sits beside her on the bed.

Not bothering to turn around, Veronica reached into her purse to look at the time on her cell phone, when a large hand covered her mouth and yanked her backwards into the van. Veronica let out a muffled scream, while her arms and legs flailed. She heard the door slam shut right as a damp cloth was placed over her nose and mouth. Soon she became dizzy and everything faded to black. ************** Jimmy's hair was still wet when he came downstairs. He looked around and everything seemed so quiet. Too quiet. He walked into the kitchen and opened the sliding glass doors leading out to the back yard. Marianna was still sitting on the ground, tending to her garden. He scanned the yard quickly, but

gasped the arriving guests and the young women who filled the room. "Isn't she Beta Blake's daughter? She is so beautiful. Do you think she will become the next Luna of the White Hills Pack? She will make a perfect Luna," the gentle murmuring of the guests echoed in the ballroom, and Veronica smiled as she wore a tiny purple mask around her face. It was easy to recognize her as she let down her blonde hair to fall behind her back like she was a princess. She walked majestically in her striking purple shoes, drawing the eyes of the guests. Until my mother and Alpha David arrived, then the guests gasped in awe.