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"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

We were chatting about life here at H&W university when Natalya walked up to us, Leona rushed to me as she spotted me. “Hey Daelyn, You are coming with me this evening.” She said and I asked her why. “Ask that boyfriend of yours.” She said and I pouted. All of Al’s gang treats me like a kid. They just want me to follow them and when I ask why they just say that I wouldn’t have to know. “So, the boyfriend thing is real.” Leona asked and Natalya nodded, Schwan cleared his throat and Natalaya noticed. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you around.” Her Voice sounded cold. “I’m the Black swan.” He said and everyone gasped.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

Marina screamed, fighting against the guards who seized her, but her cries were drowned in the sound of wolves howling, not in despair but in release. Selene stood at the center of it all, her chest rising and falling, Rowan at her side, the moon above unbroken and whole. The wolves bowed, not in fear, but in recognition, and she knew in that moment that she was no longer the rejected girl who had once wept beneath the trees. She was the White Wolf Luna. Caden lowered his head, his voice breaking. “Forgive me.” Selene looked at him, her eyes soft but unyielding. “I already did. But you will live with the cost.”

Right before my marking ceremony, I discovered my mate, Fabian, was working with a witch to steal my wolf soul and give it to his first love, Omega Clara Swain. "A potion to expel a pup?" In the back-alley apothecary, the shop's owner looked up, his cloudy eyes fixed on me. "Are you sure about this, little one?" "I'm sure." He set down a test tube. "Once you take this, your child will be gone."

Ursula stared in disbelief at the figure of the man who had just introduced himself in front of her as the owner of the castle she was visiting now—Albert Bertoldo, sitting in his chair. His existence was beyond her expectations. She thought the owner of this ancient castle was an old and unattractive person. Instead, she found the young man with his dark hazel eyes—a sign that the man was a pure-blood witch—and a friendly face, welcoming her enthusiastically as soon as she arrived at the front of the room.

I’ve never seen her look at anyone like this before. “Starling, are you obsessed with my mate?” I’m only half joking but when Starling looks up, I see her eyes are wide and her irises are pulsing with a strange violet glow I’ve only ever seen once before. When I first established the Silver Pack, the white witch walked out of the Forbidden Forest, raised her hands in the air and put a protective doom over the entire mountain and fortified it for habitation. Her eyes glowed violet that night as well. She called it the colour of bonding but now I’m not so sure, if she’s bonded to me, then what the hell is she doing to my mate?

Then, he turns to the women, all of whom beam at him, fluttering their eyelashes as he presents the basket full of eggs and the mead he brews himself. All but the old witch, who is currently still bent over the bowl, her face twisted in concentration. Patton glances at me over the witches encircling him, giving me a sharp nod, then tilts his head toward the door in a silent question. We’ve never been able to mind-link. Not while wearing silver.

I offered. I won't let Mr. Bennet pit us against each other. She nodded, her icy demeanor muting just a fraction. "Agreed." With that, we got to work. We began by breaking down each other's routines step by step. Liora shared her insights on the intricacies of the white swan's character and how to infuse it with vulnerability and emotional depth. I, in turn, offered guidance on the grace and poise required for the black swan, emphasizing the need for intensity and sensuality.