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I don't want to go back to him; I don't want to be controlled. He broke me; I was already broken, but he just finished the job. This life isn't what I asked for, I can't bear the pain any longer, I am exhausted from my life. I notice that I'm getting to the top of Wicked Falls there's nowhere else to go but to jump. Knowing there is no way of survival once I leave the edge not caring, wanting to be with my family again and escape the life that was chosen for me.

This game would never end, even if he had to drag them all down to hell with him. It was because she knew him that she came up with this. There was nothing more important than staying alive. He didn’t know how, but she had somehow managed to get all their descendants to compromise. “But they had gotten so much from their grandparents! How could we allow them to get away so easily?!” Quincey said, unable to accept it. Their predecessors had committed such heavy sins, but the descendants didn’t need to bear any responsibilities because they were all dead. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

“So Damien is descended from Bianca.” “In a fashion,” Roderick said. “He is the fifth generation. The witch blood diluted, but it did not disappear. Women passed it, and they intended it to remain in daughters, until it did not.” He paused. “Damien’s family made a mistake. A male heir was born into a line meant to bear a curse through daughters. He inherited what no man should have. He inherited-” His voice dropped like a stone into deep water. “-the curse.”

They didn't speak with mouths, but their voices began to weave together in a dissonant, ancient chant—the McKinnley Requiem. As the song reached its crescendo, the truth hit Anna with the force of a physical blow. Her father couldn't return because he was a wolf, and the In-Between was currently being dominated by the Witch-Line. She was the last. She wasn't just a descendant; she was the reservoir. Every spell, every secret, and every ounce of raw, unspent power from generations of McKinnley crones had funneled down into her. She was a singular concentration of an entire lineage's magic.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and we walked again, deeper into my soul. “What do you mean?” “Do you remember what you said?” “Yes.” I closed my eyes and pictured my last day. As Brandon stood over me. My declaration. “But we are all descended from you.” She nodded. “All wolves are descended from my power. And you know Lycans are my descendants as well. Do you know how?” I shook my head. She gave a soft smile. “Before I had grown in power, I was cut adrift, much like you are. I had no animal to call, no direction, if you will. I was the moon, I was death, but I wanted to be so much more. Then I heard it.” She tightened her hand on my side.

Sought his daughter at great speed And the whistlin' gypsy rover. He came at last to a mansion fine Down by the river Claydee. And there was music and there was wine For the gypsy and his lady. "Have you forsaken your house and home? Have you forsaken your baby? Have you forsaken your husband dear For a whistling gypsy rover?" "He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried "but Lord of these lands all over. And I shall stay 'til my dying day

The happiness just a mask for my disdain. “Oh great Ahlai, Oh great Ahlai, Our Great Father’s line will never die! Our Great Father’s line will never die!” The song continues. The drums begin to crescendo to the conclusion. My feet stomping, spinning wildly until the song ends. The crowd applauds. I deep curtsy to the Prince and make my way back to the table. Alpha Rezaor’s descendants still sit in the Alpha house of Lunar Storm.

I said worriedly, feeling the burning in my eyes, because I knew what could happen if his wolf was wrong. He started to say she was a descendant, but I interrupted him saying fuck who she was a descendant of, I started to feel tears coming out of my eyes and while I was sobbing I continued to say that in recent years none of the generations were chosen and I asked why it had to be my generation, I said he knew what could happen if his wolf was wrong.

Talia asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice. Raina looked over at Talia and then around the room. “We missed that Rebekah’s father was a vampire. Which means that, as red wolves, we aren’t just the descendants of the first red wolf, but we are also descendants from a vampire.” The room was eerily quiet, as if everyone was mulling over the information. I shook my head. There had to be more to this story that was missing. “That can’t possibly be the end of this story. Just being partly descended from a vampire is not enough. What else is going on?” I asked, a chill running through me as I spoke. Duncan seemed to notice and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt Harley move closer as well.