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a young woman my age said As they keep giving they're opinion, I notice Asher clenching his fist in anger Of course who won't be angry after hearing them call you an idiot multiple times and by your family I frown, I felt pity for him I really don't want to interfere but I just couldn't let him be called an idiot , I'm the only one allowed to call him that! "Stop calling him an idiot!" Every eyes were on me "I understand you want to stand up for your husband But he is an idiot" a guy said I scoff "he isn't an idiot idiot, he is just different, he might not be as smart as all of you but he isn't an idiot , he's sharp , and he can be smart if taught,he feels things like any other person so fro

"It's either you or Miles, right?" "Miles and I are one soul," he says. "Two halves of a whole," "What the hell does that mean?" "Keep thinking it over in your head. You've gotten one right so far," he stands up and walks out of the sauna. I sit back shaking my head. I close my eyes for an instant. Miles and I are one soul. That's so cheesy. One so-My eyes shoot open and I rush out after him. I push him when I catch up to him at the front desk. He laughs.

“And to the rest of my children; a gift lost through the ages. Your other half will fully blend with you. Your wolves will be your closest companions; your confidants. Listen to them and their wise words, head their warnings, yet do not let their wild nature overpower your reason; that is why you are two halves of the same whole.” Our race is whole again… Hestia purred in wonder as she felt along the link for our mate. Hello, lover. She called out to something. Hello; our treasure. A deeper and more wild version of Adam answered, my mates own eyes going wide as he turned slightly to me in surprise. “Dragon?” He whispered. Hello, my weaker half. Dragon boasted confidently. It’s about time you

They are rarely put down even if they are bad. Like all species we have bonded halves, it doesn’t really matter and many of us have been bonded to humans over the years. My mother was half-human and that makes me a halfling. Basically we are all halflings as our ancestors were also bonded with other species. We weren’t prejudiced when it came to a bonded half because your other half makes you better.

This lady is just confusing me more. What does she mean that I’m half-human, half-wolf, and half-witch? Those words kept echoing in my head like a voice bouncing through an empty cave. Half-human? Half-witch? How can that even be possible? My heart thumped so hard against my chest that it felt like it wanted to break free.

"Then why do you dream of me? Why do you wake with the taste of memories that aren't yours?" I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn't move. "What do you want from me?" Her smile widened, revealing teeth too white, too perfect. "I want what was taken. I want to be whole again. And so do you, whether you admit it or not." "No." The word came out as barely a whisper. "Yes." She leaned in, her face inches from mine. "We are two halves of the same soul, Hope. And soon, very soon, we will be one again."

Chapter 2 No turning back They have this saying that when the twins are far and apart from each other, they both feel incomplete, as if half of them is missing. In my case, losing Bria means I won't be complete anymore. Would I become incomplete for the rest of my life ‘til the day I die? That saying was surreal. I never knew that it was actually true. Because right now, I feel totally incomplete. I feel like half of me has been gone ever since Bria died.

I hum happily as I make myself sandwiches, feeling really chirpy after reading the note from my mate. My mate. It sounds weird, but that’s exactly who he is to me. I want to get used to calling him my other half, no matter how stupid it may sound to some people. Over the time I’ve been with Ren and Wolfie, I’ve come to love them both dearly. I owe them my life, but it’s not only that. They’re so caring and loving it’s hard to not fall for them.

Raccoon raised his brows but said nothing. I dropped into the chair, resting my elbows on my knees, my hands still trembling slightly. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” I said. “To hate yourself so much you’re willing to bury half of who you are just to feel human.” He sat across from me. “You are human. Just… a cursed one if I'm being blunt.” That made me chuckle, dry and humorless. “Yeah. That’s what she’ll think too when she wakes up and accepts the realization that she belongs to something half-dead.”