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she said, “I take the Alpha seat.” I nodded. “And tomorrow, I start digging.” She met my gaze. “Into what?” I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “Into everything they never told you.” Her silver eyes burned, not afraid. There was trust in her eyes. As she turned away, I allowed myself one thought I hadn’t voiced yet. If Anna truly had a twin…which I'm sure she does. Then the Blackthorn Alliance wasn’t hunting power. They are hunting for something more than that, they are hunting for completion, and they have to take Anna's blood first, that was why they kicked her father off the plan.

In her all eleven years of existence,she was always abandoned. She wondered if she was cursed or had bad aroma . Even in the orphanage , no one wanted to play with her . They would claim that she was too rough , that she was like a ticking boom . "EVERYONE LISTEN UP ...ALL ELEVEN YEAR OLDS GIRLS GO TO THE HEAD MISTRESSES 'S OFFICE..THERE IS A COUPLE THAT NEEDS A DAUGHTER " sister Ester informed Four girls squealed and ran inside . Athena was also eleven but she didn't bother getting up from the grass . She couldn't bare another rejection.

she asked again, and Sophie smiled, rubbing her teary eyes. That day Blanche understood that Sophie loved Azazel, and she should strike a deal with the Blacks using this to her advantage. And now, her main goal was to keep Azazel and Athena away, and she would do anything in her power to keep them apart. Athena sat down on her bed, opening the books she got from Arthur; he was the only person that was a little civil to her in that house. He didn’t like her, but he didn’t taunt her either. He was just impassive to anything considering Athena; all he did was bring her books and chocolates in secret. Somehow, he took a liking to Athena; no matter how many times his mother would threaten him to

That brought out the madness in Carly because she started shouting and jumping up and down. Call me evil, but I loved seeing Annabelle slap the girl. Whatever Carly said must have been really bad and I personally think she was born annoying, just like her mother. With time, the parents of both girls came over and the disagreement ended. At first, I thought of just watching them and staying in the shadows, but I remembered Anna and I were supposed to be friends. Well, not friends but definitely not strangers and I might have been one of the few she could relate to at the party, so I stepped out from among the crowd. I don't know why exactly I did that but she looked okay with it.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Annabeth. So how will you convert his negative energy into positive reverse cursed energy? I can’t come running to you every time he breaks the rules.” She nodded and went inside while I waited for her to return. Even after an hour, I sat alone in the living room, waiting for Annabeth. Where was she? What was the hold-up? Should I leave? Wasn’t she interested in helping me? I stood up, still in a dilemma, when she emerged with a purple obsidian pendant attached to a black-beaded thread on her palm. She held it out to me, and I took it from her.

I lifted my chin even higher. “And I will not let anyone. Annabelle Callahan, her dead mother, Ronan, Miranda Chen, or whatever puppet master stands behind them—take anything from me.” My reflection softened, transforming back into the woman people feared, envied, whispered about. Victoria Blackthorne. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. I exhaled slowly and crossed the room, retrieving my phone from the floor. The screen was cracked, but functional. Fitting. A war was starting—of course something had to break.

a sob escaped my lips. I pressed my lips into a thin line to strangle my screams, but tears kept spilling and spilling. All I asked for was an answer. An answer to why it’s so hard to enjoy life like every other person. Why would I be an Alpha’s daughter in my new life, one without a mate again? “You should remain silent as always, Moon goddess. I’ll do what I can to make sure I clear my name as Annabel.” “I no longer want to hear from your cruel self, suit yourself Moon goddess!”

My teeth chattered, but my thoughts burned. Mom was already rushing toward me. Her arms opened, trembling. “Anne, it’s okay. Come here.” I didn’t move. “Anne,” she said again, stepping closer, her voice fragile. She reached out and grabbed my wrist gently, like touching a soap bubble that might burst. Her touch hurt. It was too soft, too familiar, too safe. “No!” I tore my arm away and stumbled backward. Then I ran. The storm raged all around, but I pushed through it, sprinting toward where I knew Master and Dale had gone. I didn’t get far.

she said “She is not Annabelle of you’re still in her” Damian said to her Grace started to chant some words and Annabelle fell to her knees. A black cloud rose above her and Grace looked at Damian “No matter what happens, you have to fight her. She would take the face of Annabelle and she would feel like Annabelle. It is Annabelle but it’s not all Annabelle. You have to win that fight so that Annabelle’s energy can return back to her body. You are the only hope she has” Grace said

Dayna has been stationed at the front with Kali, where Lupin, being underage, had been in the packhouse in the background, watching cameras and helping with stratagy. After they'd all said their peice, Rowena spoke, her tone thick with the weight of what she was about to reveal. “A witch named Black Annis is behind all of this,” she said, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. The name sent a chill down my spine. I glanced at my mother, whose eyes were pained with everything we’d shared so far. She didn’t look as though she could take much more. “She’s a legend,” I said quietly. “An ancient witch, older than most of the stories about her. I thought she was a myth.”