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“I don’t care! Why? Why? Why does she have to always be her?! Why not me?! I am a Valladolid too!” Suddenly, a young male came into the bar running. He seemed to be afraid and had something to say. “Everyone!” The man called the attention of everyone there. Someone laughed. “What? What do you have to say now, little one?” “The forest is burning!” “What?” Others asked. “Yes, the fire started in the yard of the mental hospital and ran towards the forest. We need to put it up!” Everyone left their drinks and went out. Antonio had to blink twice. He didn’t know what had just heard . The hospital had started burning and then the forest. In the hospital it was Erika, or Elena, whatever he wanted t

Lucia almost smiled. Outside the apartment, Chicago moved through its grey December morning, and somewhere in the city a careful man was waking up to another day of managing a structure that had, without his knowledge, just acquired a crack in its foundation, and somewhere else a frightened woman and her daughter were about to be given the chance to disappear into safety for the first time in years. The walls Whitfield had built, Sienna thought, watching Dante and Lucia continue working behind her while she made the first calls, were starting to come down.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

"I hear you're very proud of your Alpha bloodline. The furnace runs hot. But an Alpha should be able to take a few seconds, right?" "If you can go in there and pull the manuscript out before it's ash, it's yours." I lunged to stop her, but she had already thrown the manuscript into the flames. I didn't think. I shifted into my white wolf and threw myself into the fire. The heat hit me like a wall. It scorched through my fur. The stench of burning filled my lungs. I bit down and held on, and pulled the manuscript from the fire just before it turned to nothing.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

The silver fire of his eyes burned into hers, it was inhuman and terrifying. He was a werewolf. Her father’s warnings slammed into her like blades: They’re monsters, Irvine. They’ll take what they want and destroy the rest. So you should kill them before they kill you. She had been kissing a werewolf, she knew she should have screamed or better still she should have ran. But she couldn’t. Her chest thrust up with shallow breaths, and her mind screamed at her to move, but her feet stayed rooted on the floor. Because beneath the terror, another feeling twisted deep inside her. She felt something unfamiliar, and something dangerous.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

I had to accept that I’m meant to do great things, be the outstanding leader they all were waiting for, the bigger picture Finn was talking about that day. Suddenly there were flames dancing in front of my eyes, beautiful red, yellow and orange colors intertwining with each other. The flames grew, they got bigger, and they engulfed my entire body. I felt them caressing me, giving me their warmth without burning me, as they burned brighter and brighter until it forced me to close my eyes. There he was, majestic in all his glory, surrounded by the most gorgeous fire I have ever seen, the phoenix from the painting. He got closer. He was mere inches away from me.

She did not even hesitate for a moment. Hank stomped his feet anxiously. Jonas, who was in the sea of fire, was about to lose his hold. After the wildfire started, the decaying things in the forest would gradually create some kind of gas with the surrounding air. Once the gas condensed to a certain extent, there would then be an explosion! The power of the explosion could wipe out all living things within a few kilometers in just a second! There was no escape! This was the horrifying danger of wildfires!

My fingers tightened on the heavy wool of the blanket, but my body was leaning into the heat of his shadow. “You think your husband is the one people should fear? They’re looking at the wrong monster.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “It’s the wildfire in you. Once it’s unleashed. It can’t be tamed. Not by him or anyone else.” I gasped, stepping back until my back hit the wall. “Are you— the one who's going to unleash my wildfire?” He didn't pull away. Instead, his hand slid from my chin to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my damp hair with a proprietary grip that forced my head back.