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This conversation was proving to be quite interesting as he waited patiently for me to respond. I smiled as I placed my hands in my lap and laced my fingers together. It was now my turn to call his bluff. I turned my body slightly towards him and with great confidence I responded. “I didn’t say I think I know what scent it is. I said I know exactly what scent it is.” He smiled at my response but still didn’t believe me. “How can you know,” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders then challenged him further.

“Did you need a ride into town?” The person turned and my eyes widened. It was Winter, her hood pulled up over her head and the fluffy edge of her jacket had obscured her face. More surprising was her eye, rimmed in a dark black and blue with tinges of purple. She managed a soft smile despite how painful it probably was to move any muscle on that side of her face. “I’m okay, Mr. Penn. Thank you though.” My brow furrowed. “Are you headed to the pack house? For the run tonight?”

could only come from one creature: an old, strong enemy that everyone thought was long gone. The scary howl lingered in the air, giving Ethan and Amara the chills. They both knew what they had to do without saying a word. As she moved away from Ethan, Amara's eyes lit up with purpose. "We have to protect the Meadow," she said, keeping her voice calm even though fear was trying to get into her heart. Ethan nodded, and his reflexes as a wolf kicked in. "Nothing will hurt you or this place," she said. Together, they went deeper into the Moonlit Meadow, where the silver light cast shadows that made them feel uneasy. The sound of the howl got louder and closer, and soon they could see dark,

Sam growls, drinking coffee like a maniac. I roll my eyes and go back to work. Sam checks messages, runs his hands through his hair, and speaks: “Dante says Britanis is better. But she’ll take a few weeks off; she’s still shaken from the giant white wolf that attacked her.” “Well… maybe if she wasn’t throwing herself at everyone, the wolf wouldn’t have attacked her,” I mutter. “What?” “Nothing, Sam. You’re deaf.” He sighs, finishes his coffee, and smiles.

she said giving Chloe a look as Chloe rolled her eyes. "Welcome to Westville High and I would just like to say you're free to beat up anyone who messes with you ok?" She said After that exchange, we were about to wrap up when I felt like someone was watching me so I turned in my seat just in time to meet a pair of Hazel eyes starring right at me. I took in his looks, tall, broad shoulders, messy brown hair, he was sitting at the popular table so I frowned before paying attention to my table.

I can tell that she was as mad as me at this point. "Have you at least heard him out? You could be over reacting. Everything ain't always what it seem. You just cut the man off without even giving him a chance to defend his self. Don't let your past relationship mess up what could be your future." Jessica finally chimed in. She was all ways the level headed one the rest of us was quick to pop off. It didn't take much to get us started.

It is followed by a beep soon after. I tap the notification. A series of messages from my best friend appears on the screen. Mo : *why didn't you pick up?* Mo : *sorry, forgot it's weekend. You're absolutely occupied right now* She adds a winky face at the end. Mo : *I just want to check in. Aaaand, brag* Another winky face. Mo : *Girl, omg I'm soooooo luckyyyyyy* Mo : *look at these! I'm in paradiiiiise*

Gun After the incident earlier, we went home and I keep quiet the entire trip, my friends keeps on uplifting my mood but I'm not enjoying it. I'm annoyed right now, I'm pissed at what Oab did, why does he need to lie? It's like what the hell!. " hey bro," I returned to my senses when Newwie pinched me on my arm " oww yes why" " Are you alright?" He asked as he moves his face near mine " wait.. are you crying?" He said

“What do you need help with?” Sinful stands at the door, looking exactly how I remember him to look. He has dark, thick hair with eyes that are the strangest lavender colour I’ve seen. They drink in the sight of me, ignoring Thought. He’s likely trying to figure me out, wondering how I have the ability to get into his head. “No even going to greet me?” he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build.

He would be mad but I could take it. "Good," Agent Chambers let out an exasperated sigh while scrubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head, "I know it may seem like he's doing his part for the world but you need to keep in mind that two wrongs will never make a right." "Never say the word never, agent," I quipped, "the way I learned it was two negatives make a positive. I guess it's all about perspective, and yours isn't as broad-minded as mine."