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Martha nodded, a small, approving smile playing at her lips before she disappeared back down the hall. "That felt good," I admitted, taking another sip of wine. Lillian raised her glass in salute. "Pride looks good on you, bestie." A few minutes later, we heard the distant sound of rain beginning to patter against the windows. It quickly escalated into a downpour. Martha reappeared, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Mr. White refuses to leave, Miss. He's standing in the rain without an umbrella, saying he won't go until you speak with him." Lillian snorted. "Going for the dramatic romance novel approach, is he? Let him drown."

Many questions from him about his troubled mood proved futile as Logan wasn't giving any answers. "I know you'd prefer not to tell me what is troubling you but it is important that you tell me," Casper said. "But I'm your beta because you need someone you can share your burden with." "I would rather not, Casper." The alpha replied gruffly, appearing uninterested. "But Alpha..." "Casper, drop it. Please." Casper eyed him warily. "If you say so. I've been meaning to ask you something about the white wolf we rescued."

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

"Seth, Max was only trying to help you try out this marriage, and this is how you repay him? You're being ungrateful! No wonder your mom died so early! It's your karma!" I glanced at Jane's ghost-white face, arched an eyebrow, and grabbed the mic. "Everyone's probably wondering why we switched brides at the last minute today. Well, these videos and recordings say it all!" The detective did his homework, laying out the whole soap opera for us: a lovey-dovey couple torn apart by cold, hard cash, then years of on-again, off-again drama, and finally, the big romantic rekindling. The crowd was eating it up.

Nothing more could be worse as all of humanity would have to be subject to this evil. "Don't do this to me, Claire," White said. "Don't leave me." "You beg me, but you don't really feel it," Claire said. "You just say all that from the words you remember." White tried to cry, but no stream of tears would rush down. She was right, he knew. He loved her for it, and for this, he wanted to destroy her again. He was looking at her, not knowing he was displaying emotions of anger. Well, how could he know? To him, he was just looking at her.

“Yes I am, I've cared for you Mellisa from the moment you were born. The white wolf chose you for a reason.” “How do you know?” I ask in surprise. I didn't tell her anything about me. “I've been waiting for you, for hundreds of years.” “Why,” my brows furrow in confusion. “Because I was the last white wolf in existence. White wolves are present whenever there's a huge rift in the balance of Meldova.” “Why, what's so special about us?” “We are more powerful than any werewolf to ever exist. Our power goes beyond just strength and might but we have other things like the power of healing, echoing memories, the Alpha command and so much more we're yet to know.”

From the light illuminated by her flashlight she could see the person standing in front of her. "Mr. White?" she whispered out disbelievingly. "Ye...yeah and who are you?" he stuttered a little bit, heart pounding in the chest but at the same time relieved it wasn't Lydia who'd caught him. "Uh... nanny?" she voiced out in question Her head was swirling with countless thoughts, the main one being if Mr. White was cheating on his wife with Lauren? The young mean girl? Why was every celebrity's life scandalous? "Am I fired?" June hesitantly asked as Mr. White sighed before asking her to follow him.

He didn't want that to happen as he started shouting " she....she is the singer Sera the 'canary'" the man told Daniel while he was stuttering. He caught everyone's attention. After looking closely everyone recognised her and they started gasping and talking but Daniel interrupted their nonsense. He didn't have time to listen to music so he wasn't up to date about the new singers.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Simple, but it filled me with a sense of peace I had never known. We had a golden retriever named Monet. He loved to chase butterflies in the garden or nap at our feet, snoring softly. This was the life I had always wanted, a life of pure and simple love. No betrayal, no scheming, no blood. Just two people in love, peacefully spending their days together.