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Then, he remembered the Instagram post that only Gabriella would've seen. His impression of Hannah started to change. Henry searched online for videos of the fire. Most of them were short and didn't show much. All he saw from them was that there were flames and smoke. There were also people shouting to put out the fire. After a moment, Henry called Jacob. "Send me a recording of Hannah's accident." Jacob immediately said, "Yes, sir. I'll extract it right now." After hanging up, Henry called Maverick. "'Sup, Ry?"

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

the perfect camouflage. Grace would never forgive her beloved daughter's actions. She was one hundred percent sure that Fania's brain was being washed and influenced by this man named Sean. “How are you... Mrs. Mer-” “Don't call me that,” Grace snapped with a hateful look. She sat down a good distance away from Sean's position. What Grace had just said made Sean smile slightly. Trying to understand whatever Grace said with a full heart; Sean's patience was truly as wide as the ocean. “How are you, Mrs. Grace. I hope the invitation you gave me wasn't to ask me to leave your daughter.”

A large cloud of smoke surrounded the source where Hannah was standing, and when the smoke disappeared, they saw a blue water surrounding the place where she was standing. The CanFes’ were amazed at what they saw, she able to defend herself from the fire, she created an ice shield. Then it suddenly rains hard. The earth is now fully flooded because of the rain that wetted them all. Hana is still thinking and hearing in her head all those crying voice, and makes her emotion drove her. Her eyes turn into all black and her appearance looks full of anger.

It was an extremely hot day in December.It hadn't rained in a long time.Sitting under the tree,seeking protection from the scorching sun,Dinny looked down at the once hydrated land.It had lost its usual beauty,lifeless and showing all signs of dehydration."Nothing lasts forever.Not life,not hardships,not seasons,nothing at all" Dinny said to herself,in a low voice.

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Cora was just silent but Hannah had a gut feeling that she knows something. She began walking absentmindedly into the woods, hoping to walk off the weirdness. The forest was calm and cold, it left chills all over her body and she regretted not coming out with a jacket or something. Before she would know it, she found out she had gotten quite deep into the woods and was obviously lost. The realization was still taking a while to sink in when she heard a twig break in the distance. As perks of her new wolf, Hannah’s senses were extraordinarily sharp and precise. She’s able to tell apart even the most dullest sounds with a much wider coverage than a normal wolf.

That same voice she had heard in Hannah's room murmured through the smoke "You are more important than you can imagine." Hatred, despair and confusion bewildered Deborah, the pain from the burns on her feet increasing more and more, until the last voice she expected to hear screamed in an enraged command. “Get my mate out of this fire right now!”

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.