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I stared at him, enunciating each word as I asked, "So, Grace already matters that much to you, huh?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" In the next instant, Jack raised his voice. "I'm the Alpha! Are you questioning my decision?" "I'm not," I replied as I turned toward the door. "After all, you're the Alpha. Whatever you say goes." "Ivy! Stop right there!" Jack called after me. But I opened the door and walked out without so much as a backward glance. … That night, a sudden storm swept in, and the temperature plummeted. I curled up on the bed as the bone-deep chill gnawed at me once more.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I shake my head, swaying slightly on my feet. “No… I’ll be fine. Just—don’t let anyone follow me, okay?” Gemma hesitates, biting her lip, but she nods reluctantly. “Text me when you get back.” I muster a small smile, though my chest is tight, and squeeze her hand before slipping away from the crowd. The noise fades behind me as I pick my way down the trail, my sandals crunching against the dirt and loose rocks. Each step feels heavier, the night air pressing against me, carrying the faint hum of the waterfall and the distant shouts of people who don’t notice I’m gone.

Austen's POV The emptiness left by the broken bond made it hard to breathe. I scrambled up from the floor with only one thought in my head: find her. Find her, no matter the cost. "Get the flyer ready!" I roared into my communicator. "Contact all border patrols! Lock down every exit!" "Austen, you need to calm down..." Seraphina tried to grab my arm. "Calm down?" I shook her hand off, my voice a low growl. "My mate is gone! She wasn't throwing a tantrum. She was escaping."

"OK sis I'll......bye" ****** I knock waiting patiently for the gate to be open,after some minutes feeling like hours the gate keeper open the door widely for me smiling " Madam welcome,eh Madam we really miss you fah welcome madam" "Thank you Danladi" Standing in front of the main door I was so scared to open it,what if Kareem beat me for hugging his friend instead of him? What if he beat me for leaving the house? But I saw the way he was begging earlier on, he meant what he was saying, he wouldn't hurt me will he?

Ryder ~~~ I hurried down the hall when I ran into the gang. “Where are you off too ? Lost your mate again,” my brother teased. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Brook’s friend is running away from Black Mountain and asking for help to enter the borders. I’m heading over there now.” “What friend?” Beth asked. “I don’t remember the name,” I said as I tried to move past her, but Beth grabbed my arm. “Ryder, what was her name? Was it Anna?”

The wind hovered against the towering mansion, rattling the windows as dark clouds gathered above Hollywood, the grand estate of the Earnshaw family . It was a dreary November afternoon and it was also winter time which made the sprawling house seem even more colder and suffocating. Inside the common room was a thirteen years old girl named Anna. She sat curled in a corner, her hand pressed against the armrest of an old leather couch. The book in her hand, a romance novel, was the only escape she had from the cold, suffocating reality of her existence . The warm cold glow of the atmosphere did little to ease the chill that had settled in her bones over the years. She had learne

The wind catches my hair, the weight of everything I’ve lost reclaimed and settling into my bones. It’s over. The witches are done, and the wind that rushes through the valley now feels like a breath of fresh air—clean and bright, brushing over my skin. This is the beginning of something new. A warrior from Moon River steps forward, a bundle of clothes folded neatly in his arms. “For your Alpha and his Beta,” he says with a respectful nod, his eyes gleaming.

*Rocky* I can sense the closeness of my pack, as my tattoos seem to grow tighter in warning. Then I see Bridger with a smirk on his face as he leans against a tree, with a pile of various things to his left. He pushes off the bark, moving closer to the barrier, sauntering before he stops and looks me over. “I wasn’t sure what all you would need, so I took a wild guess.” He says, motioning to the things in the pile. “You look like shit, by the way.”

I answer and shrug. “Luna’s don’t have Alpha Tones,” Evander says with wide eyes. “Withdraw,” Atlas yells. “Pack Westmoreland, move out.” I look back and Atlas looks scared. “Wait your mate,” Bridget calls after him. Atlas looks at me and I see fear all over him. Gabe and Dad look at each other and then at me. “My office, Bridget too,” Gabe orders and we all start to walk back. Evander looks at Bridget with pity and hugs her.

I heard Ethan sighing in defeat, and he left, not without directing one last look at me. As soon as he was gone, I rushed to my suitcase and retrieved the contents hidden inside a coat. Anne found it strange when I packed a coat on the day we left, claiming that Vegas would be scorching hot. My response at that time was "you never know," but now, looking at the whisky bottle in my hand, I knew. I knew I would need it. So, without hesitation, I opened the cap and downed it.