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I gazed at her longer to get a better look. That was when she also looked at me. “Oh…” Her eye colour… “Suna?” Clairmont stopped beside me. He seemed to follow my gaze when he asked, “Who’s that with Carter?” “Oh, that?” I unconsciously smirked, somewhat excited. I mean… “That, is the revered Minerva Lyle Williams, the female protagonist of this novel!” …What are the chances that I get to meet the female lead here?

Elleanna stormed out of her room and shouted loudly “IRIDESSA ESMERELDA DRAGONIA GET BACK HERE NOW YOUNG LADY!!” Iridessa ran down the stairs with a giggle as she went to hide from her mom. Dylan sat in the kitchen eating a chocolate chip cookie and drinking a glass of chocolate milk. Dracon and Vladimir walked in the front door having just arrived home from a week of visiting the werewolf community. Iridessa ran up and hugged him by the legs

Sometimes, she is usually scared of getting caught by Damien, but Williams had always assured her that since she is just a spy in Damien's pack, he would always be there to fight for her. He had been giving her missions to carry out, but it seemed like the new task that Williams just gave her, is going to be the hardest. She knows how much Damien loves Ariel and she loves him too, so getting her away from Damien is going to be a very big problem. Unfortunately for her, She had no choice but to obey the Alpha. Layla and Jasmine snuck into Damien's house. Jasmine knew where Ariel was and she took Layla with her to where she was. Ariel was alone in the dungeon and she was trying to kill the fly

“Not because of the werewolf clan.” She tore open one scroll, staring at the writings detailing dark rituals, Malvior’s signature, sketches of the raid on Briarhowl. “You,” she murmured. “You burned our home. You sewed hatred into my tongue.” “General Coren Moonveil… Luna Lyara… are they my family?” Her scream shattered the already cracked sky. She ran—not toward safety, but toward the enemy. The black wizards in the distance were startled, then laughed. Almost simultaneously, they stopped laughing.

"The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine." Draco's pupils trembled. That was when he realized how wrong he had been. His lips quivered, and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Mother… Please tell me where Lea is." "Molzen, but she doesn't go by Lea anymore. Her name's Anastasia Rose." That day, Draco began packing to leave for Molzen, but Nanette showed up to block the door with her wolves, wearing the Luna's crown. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

It has now been four days since that incident, and we are currently awaiting a visitor, the one Drew promised would allow me to share what really is going on with me, he who will have answers to my questions. I conducted my own investigation, though the findings were limited. However, one thing is clear: my visions have become more vivid, revealing that Drew and I were once known as Draco and Fedora. I possess knowledge of certain details that even the book does not mention. They were mates a century and a half ago; he was the alpha, and she was of mixed heritage—half witch and half werewolf, as her mother was a witch. Their love story began long before they realized their true connection as

I didn't want to ruin the new energy I could feel radiating from the moon. “No mummy” Draco said while shaking his head. I nodded and opened a palm, a blank paper and an ink appeared. I sighed and wrote my deepest pain in the paper but I was careful enough not to let Draco see it. ‹I wish to let out my hatred for Dane but I feel I can't. Dane's ruined the opinion I have for myself. I feel I am no longer worthy to deserve anything good.› I tossed the paper into the burning wood and closed my eyes, whilst feeling the wind blowing around me in acceptance of my wish. I smiled as I heard the fire cracking into the wood and the paper, burning into flames.

She peered at Luna, then Elias, with her huge eyes. “They’re so tiny,” she whispered. Daemon crawled up beside her, staring. “They’re red.” “They’re newborns,” Morris explained, voice low. “They’ll turn pinker soon.” Daenerys reached out one finger, hesitated, then touched Luna’s cheek. “Hi, baby sister. I’m Daenerys. I’m gonna teach you how to draw dragons.” Luna stirred, blinked sleepily. Daemon leaned closer to Elias. “Hi, baby brother. I’m Daemon. I’ve got dinosaurs. You can play with them when you’re bigger.”

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

Even if it wasn’t real. So if I was in a fantasy dream, then that would explain the glowing eyes, and why my books were coming true, because it was all in my own crazy soup head, anyway. Ha! Maybe Dominic was a werewolf. I mean that’s what he is in my book. And I was his Luna. I laughed out loud at that one. Yeah sure Theia, because why would you of all people actually think you could be a Luna to a hot fantasy werewolf. His jackass murderous friend was right on one thing. Even for a human, I was weak.