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But I kept snarling, kept fighting, kept making sure they understood exactly what they'd captured. "This is a mistake," one of them muttered—a young nightwalker who looked barely out of his teens. "She killed Sophia. Did you know that? Sophia Kingston, the one who murdered Xena Blackwood? Silvia tortured her for days before burning her alive. I heard the screams from the next territory over." "That's different," the werewitch said, though she sounded less certain now. "Sophia was a murderer. This is justice." "Justice?" the young nightwalker laughed, the sound slightly hysterical. "This is suicide. When Alpha Xenois finds out we have his mother—"

She asked. “What kind of dark things do you have in your mind? Tell me all of them.” He whispered in her ears while tightening his hug. Sofia had never been a dark minded person before. She had a good childhood and a relatively healthy upbringing and personality so wishing destruction and death upon someone never crossed her mind. It was until she was killed. In her mind, she asked herself, what would Gilda do? What would this vengeful black widow archetype she has created do? And the answer was simple. She wanted to destroy him until there’s nothing but ashes.

"I save them because letting a man die for spite makes me his. And I will never, ever be his." I got him into the air. I got him breathing. And Damian Blackwood lay in the rubble of his own pack's chapel, alive because the wolfless girl he'd discarded had decided his life was worth more than her grudge — and he wept. Not from the pain, I think. From finally, fully understanding the shape of what he'd done. "Why," he managed. Blood in his teeth. "Why me. I'm the one who—"

“Then how did you defeat it in your time?” The young woman became silent. Hope’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t.” “No.” “Then who did?” Her daughter looked at Adrian. “Father.” Adrian froze. “Me?” “You sacrificed yourself.” Hope immediately shook her head. “No.” Her daughter looked at her. “That’s why I came here.” “To stop Adrian from sacrificing himself.” “Yes.” Adrian stepped forward. “What happened to me?” The young woman struggled to answer. “You died.” Hope grabbed Adrian’s hand. “No.”

It felt as if everything was trying to repeat itself. Star had to die to end the evolution and extinction of wolves, I think she was not my Luna wolf. She was like the only sacrifice we could offer to save the lives on earth. Her killing herself meant she ended everything by herself. If Ivy killed her she would have raised the dead wolves and would be in control of them killing all the living wolves present on earth. I couldn't kill her so she ended her life for the sake of us all, that is a clear example of a pure heart. I buried mum some days after the crash with Ivy close to dad's grave. I felt alone but was not alone, Justin was there with his funny and annoying self so did Allison.

Just like a miracle, which was God's doing what only God could do. ‘But isn’t she or he my pup too?’ With this, though, she just couldn’t kill him or think of killing herself. She wasn’t sure whether she was doing right or not. She was dying little by little because of venom. She wasn’t sure whether she would be able to even give birth to him or her. But at first, she needed a place, a very far away from here, because neither she wanted to spend a second more like a sex slave nor she wanted the tiny little thing to get into the wrong hands.

he continued, “then she has been close enough to hear us, copy Adelaide’s voice, reach St. Agnes, and leave before Theodore could follow.” Violet remembered the woman in the trees. Dark coat. Blue ribbon around her wrist. Teddy was always easy to train. She swallowed. “What does she want?” “My mother never wanted one thing,” Gideon said. “That is what made her useful.” “To who?” “Alistair. Briar. The Widow’s Fund. Families who needed girls to become someone else.” Theodore’s voice was low. “And now?” Gideon did not answer. Violet did. “Now she wants to finish a file.”

"We protect our own, Clinton." "That’s enough." My warning comes low and dangerous. "Let me out," Black pushes harder. "Not some stupid human talisman." Richard spits the words, disgust twisting his face. "Stupid human talisman?" My whole body begins to vibrate. I swear I can feel smoke rising from my skin. "She’s our Pack’s sacrifice." He leans closer. "She can’t be saved." My heartbeat pounds in my ears. "Her blood will spill on the sacred altar after she finishes serving her purpose."

"The crimes you've committed are enough to keep you behind bars for life. I'll have the best companions taking care of your mangled hand." "T-Timothy, you're no better than me… You're the one who caused all of Quinn's suffering," she retorted. "It was your idea… to have her take the blame. When she got pregnant… You called her despicable and kicked her out of your home. You're the one… who hurt her and made her suffer so much! "When she was imprisoned… for three years, I refused to let you see her… And you just obeyed me like some lapdog. She and her baby died… because of you!"

“There is something you should know. When your mother was still alive, I ran into a similar situation like you back then. I had to choose between my pack and my wife, she told me that she was going to get you and Jasmine that I should help our people and I promised to be back for her. But I watched as she sacrificed herself to save someone else and died in front of me. I couldn’t do anything. I was so distraught for weeks. It was really a bad day for the whole pack, but I understood why she did it. She was an Alpha too and Alphas always put their pack first over every other needs. It is painful but that is why we are the strongest because we know what we sacrifice to get to this point. It is