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Scar listens without interrupting, her expression unreadable. “He brought me to his pack, and things went pretty badly.” For the next hour, I tell her everything, without filters: the betrayal of my soulmate, the mockery and later acceptance from the pack members, my meeting with Amelia and the betas’ mother, my reunion with my best friend, and the reason for my escape. I even tell her about Ophelia and the eerie resemblance between them,the same surprising outlook on life. Scar listens again and again, saying nothing, her face shifting through disgust, joy, horror, sadness, and finally relief.

Flashback One week after Lena left, Heather walked into Isaac’s office and announced, “Dad, we have a problem coming. There is a group of rogues who are trying to form a pack, but they are not the kind of wolves we want in our pack. They have been attacking other packs to gain land.

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.

Shaba began to look through emails and respond back. “Stephen, came to the company yesterday, but the tail lost him. We offered to give him a ride home from the Nashville airport, but his wife picked him up. That is the third time with three different tails. She told Toby that her former pack found out about the girl being a half witch. If I had to guess they are on the run.” She says and started typing on her lap top. “I am putting fillers out to see if anyone has heard of a pack hunting a couple with a small child.”

Look at the f*cktard, waking me up by pulling my leg and now that I fell, he didn’t even helped me to get up. I just shake my head before standing up. … “So, what’s your plan?” Caleb asked while we’re walking in the sea shore. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just relax now. I won’t stressed about someone that’s creepy,” I said and laughed but he remained silent. I told him about the one who is texted me and called but didn’t introduce himself. He asked me what my plan was, how I could stop it. He even said that one day I might disappear after being told that I was dead. Well, I hope that won’t happen.

For some reason, most likely the eternal teenager in me that would never fully grow up, I wanted Kath to feel that same fear. “Why should I be? I’ve been reading all about different types of mates – though I did assume that Skye was human, too, though the smell in your truck caught me off guard. It… piqued my interest. Werewolf and vampire mate pairs aren’t common, but they’re not dangerous, either.” “Oh?” “I’ll show you my research later. Come on – they’ll be leaving soon, and we don’t want to miss what they have to say.” I rolled my eyes, but I towed Skye along behind me as we ventured towards the crime scene. “I doubt the police are going to tell us anything useful. It’s a supernatural at

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.

The wind whipped around us as if the forest is confirming. “Why can’t we smell that he was a wolf? Even a rogue born wolf has a scent after death.” Elara questions, and Walt scoffs again, like she missed an easy question on a test. She stiffens next to me, but gives no other indication that she heard him. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

Grant asks, his big hand passing me a clean paper napkin while his face feigns total ignorance of the giant panic flickering right inside my wide eyes. “I am totally fine! Alpha Walker, please just hurry up your mouth with that food,” I say, my legs squirming with a lot of discomfort on the chair as his mouth mentions searching for that contact card. “My boots are really eager to go meet with Byte 7 this very second!” Grant lifts his thick eyebrow super high. “Is your wolf so eager to run that your heart cannot even spare a single moment for my fingers to find a tiny paper card?” “Yes!” How could my hands ever let Grant Walker find that specific contact card?