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I smile and whisper back, “I love you too.” ---------- Onyx walks down the corridor as he shifts his attire again. Same way with the burning crimson flames. He’s back in his formal suit and neat dark brown hair. His eyes shift back to amber color. He sighs. When he reaches the room, he sits on the wrecked couch. Well, this house is pretty broke. This is where Onyx spends his time, thinking. He leans his head backwards and smiles. He knows that she’s standing behind him.

No matter ehat they knew, they were never prepared for a life of constant fighting between life and death. 'Yes, you were, but this time hiding just won't solve it' Onyx says in his mind. 'What?' He ask Onyx annoyed. When he came vack he was more quiet. Stewing in the back of Landon's mind, and in a time like this when he need someone to understand, Onyx will come forward and agitate him more. Talk about true friends.

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The dark circles beneath her eyes seemed a little less harsh in the soft moonlight filtering through the window. Suddenly, I felt Onyx edge closer to the surface of my mind. He wasn't aggressive or arrogant this time. His presence was quiet, hesitant, and strangely nervous. "Marcellous?" Onyx whispered inside my skull. "What?" My beast paused for a long moment, staring out through my eyes at the sleeping girl. *Do you think... when her wolf finally awakens... do you think her wolf will like me?" Onyx asked, his voice rough and uncertain. "Do you think I might scare her too?"

Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

That guy is something else. The other day Mason had actually thrown something at me but he tried to keep the emotions to a minimum. It’s this really neat blanket with wolves all over. I’ve sent you a picture of it. Thank you for the pictures by the way. Hail drop looks perfect. The book I’m reading also has pictures like that but Hail drop looks a billion times better than the images. No-I-didn’t Liam _________________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: Hayley.Hailstorm.Anderson@Tomlinson.com

Kate chastised. “Because it’s a load of shit,” replied Onyx, curling an arm around Tasha. “There’s no war going on.” Sansa folded her arms over her chest. “Then what is going on?” At that moment, Trevon appeared at Onyx’s other side. “Where’s your phone?” Onyx frowned and patted the pockets of his jeans. “I must have left it in the motor home.”

Onyx smirked, clearly proud of himself. “Careful. I can replace you.” “No you can’t. I’m the entertaining one.” Sarcastic little bastard. Raiden got silence and wisdom from his wolf while mine acted like a drunken comedian trapped inside my skull twenty-four hours a day. “Besides,” Onyx continued smugly, “you only look dramatic because you’re staring out a window.” “I hate you,” I rolled my eyes dramatically. “You adore me.” Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong. A knock sounded against my chamber doors before Kael stepped inside carrying several folders beneath one arm.

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.