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"Went straight through. No bone damage, no arterial involvement. You're lucky." "Doesn't feel lucky," I muttered. "It will once I'm done." He began cleaning the wound with practiced efficiency, and I gritted my teeth against the burn of antiseptic. "You'll need to keep this immobilized. I'm going to put you in a sling." "For how long?" "Two weeks minimum. Longer if you don't follow orders." He glanced at Cat. "I trust you'll make sure he behaves?" "I'll do my best," she said dryly. "But he's stubborn."

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They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

“Darling I hope you are pushing on with life. I wish I could have been near you; I would have whispered something into your ears. But it is not yet too late. Iet me just whisper it close to your ears assuming that I am beside you. I love you with my life. Receive my great love my sweetheart." I was almost kissing the massage were it not for the roaring of the engine of the vehicle which was all set to start the journey. Yasia town was not very far from my house and it might take us about fifteen minutes to reach our destination. The time by my watch was about 10.00 o’clock exactly, and for sure I knew that I was already late. But going by African time, I may still not be late at all. Here

He scanned their faces for any expression. "Please don't refuse my invitation," he pleaded. "We'll be there," Reggie said with a smile. "Thank you so much man," Jeremy said. "Let me have your number so I'd text you the address," he said. Reggie handed his phone to him. "I gotta go now. See you guys this weekend," Jeremy said. "Bye Jeremy," they waved at him. "How am I supposed to go to the party with crutches?" Fred cried as soon as Jeremy left.

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

“Do whatever you want after it’s finalized.” Aiden chuckled darkly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Widow, huh? Dramatic as ever.” Amira rolled her eyes. “The summoning date is in dec 1, by the way.” Aiden raised a brow. “ in Two weeks? That’s…” “Our first wedding anniversary,” Amira finished, her voice quieter. The air between them grew heavy, the weight of unspoken words filling the silence. Amira swung her legs over the side of the couch, attempting to stand. Aiden immediately moved to stop her.

Jeremy’s POV The pounding on my door shook me awake, followed by the deep, urgent voice of our Gamma. "Alpha! The eastern quadrant is on fire!" For a second, I did not believe what he was saying, tthen the scent hit me. Smoke. Thick, acrid, suffocating. I bolted upright, my wolf immediately alert as I shoved the door open. "How bad?" I asked, already pulling on a shirt and heading for the stairs. "Bad. We don't know how it started, but the flames are spreading fast. The warriors are trying to contain it, but the wind is against us."