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I was sure I had perused her effectively. "Wednesday we are going out once more," I told her as I pulled dependent upon her home. She escaped the vehicle, "However… in any case, that is a weeknight and my folks will not release me out." She looked worriedly through the vehicle window trusting I would rethink. I gazed directly toward her and with my freshly discovered certainty said, "Wednesday." Her face turned the most brilliant shade of red at this point and I drove away without another word. ***

Theodora's POV I spent the next three days glued to my laptop researching werewolves. Ava came over every afternoon after school and we dove deep into every website, forum, and article we could find. Most of it was complete garbage. Fantasy fiction dressed up as fact. Conspiracy theories written by people who clearly had too much time on their hands.

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It must have been a good hour or two before there was any sign of Alpha Shaun. Luna Vanessa stayed with me during the wait, monitoring me and entertaining me with stories of her children’s wild adventures. I had been right about there being a river nearby, as she commented on how the boys in her family had all gone down the cliff and further upstream, where the current wasn’t as strong. There they would spend all day playing and fishing in the waters until it was time to come home. Each time more filthy than the last.

Wednesdays were shit. Jared had never thought otherwise, but now more than ever, he hated Wednesdays. The brief but explosive beginning to his weekend had rocked his world to the core, and yet the thing that had spun his world on its axis had pushed him away. She had pushed him away. And losing a chance to be with a woman like Felicity, it made him fucking hate today. Fucking Wednesdays.

By the way, I had promised to bring you here—and we're finally here! Mark glanced at Andy, trying to stir trouble between us. "Mr. Carlson, wherever my wife wants to go, I'll go with her. You don't need to worry about it!" Andy put his arm around my shoulder. Mark's face darkened, and I could not help but feel a little pleased. I looped my arm around Andy's and walked into our room. We had a wonderful evening on our first night in Hawaii. The next morning, Andy was not in the room when I woke up. He left a note saying he would return with breakfast.

"He'd better pray that I don't get to meet him at all. Otherwise, I'll definitely slap him in the face. No… I'll do more than that." "You shouldn't do that." Stephanie frowned. "Don't get your hand dirty because of him." "It's fine. I'm not scared of getting my hands dirty. I can just wash them anyway." Both of them burst into laughter at the same time. After chatting for a while, Wynette picked up a tablet in hopes of watching a movie in order to pass the time. But her eyes went wide the moment she saw a notification on a news article that appeared on the screen.

Good day gentlewolves I'm so happy that I didn't allow laziness get the best of me this time I'm so happy that it's Friday because after Friday comes Saturday and Saturday is the only day I don't update a book Enough about me let's get to the chapter ******************** (Third person's pov) Madam Debua's office* After Cathy left the room fell into silence then Maxwell wanted to go after Cathy "Don't worry I'll find her" Nath told him but Maxwell was afraid that he won't be able to talk her into coming back

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

The full one, the real one, the one that has been on her list since a hotel lobby in New York and a forum in March and two and a half years of cities and Sunday calls and a file fifty entries deep. "Wednesday first," she says. "Wednesday first," he agrees. They close the laptop and make dinner in the Gràcia kitchen, and the city outside does what it always does, and tomorrow is one more day before Wednesday, and Wednesday is the last piece.