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it reminded me of the friends I'm missing, Janelle and Richelle, I put it back down and walk around the room analyzing the posters a typical teenagers room. I look at the mirror to see the black marks on my cheeks, "Great Jace just had to see you cry god, wait why the hell am I caring I'm held here against my Will and I'm still caring about him ughhh " I wipe the black marks as much as I could but to no avail, it made it look worse. "Fuck it" I exclaim throwing my hands up annoyed a scowl planted on my face

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Roderick started down the alley only to trip over something he couldn't see, he corrected his balance and continued down the alley. "Hey, what are you three doing?" Roderick inquired. one of the shadows stood and started in his direction, Roderick saw a white body on the ground bucking and wreathing and silent pain. Roderick pulled his knife from his boot and attacked the shadows before him. the shadow before him swung, making contact with Roderick's shoulder. Roderick kept advancing, the shadow tripped in his retreat coming back up with a knife of his own. They thrust their knives at each other, a shadows knife cut Roderick's arm through his top coat. Roderick thrust his knife deep into the

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Silence enveloped us, as if the room held its breath, waiting for her response. "And that's not all," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, it's not red anymore. It's...white." I extended my hand, my palm trembling slightly, displaying the cut that marred my skin. Beads of pale white blood welled up from the wound, a stark contrast to the crimson that should have stained my flesh. The pack witch's expression grew solemn, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She reached out and gently took hold of my hand, examining the pale blood that pooled there.

The other blood races are called magic, but that kind of stone, it seems, is only available to the blood bats. As for the appearance of out-of-control Bloods in the city, Noah believes the second is more likely. Although the Bloods are out of control now, the real killer has not yet been found and he cannot let his guard down yet. After half a month of slumber, my body is still relatively weak, especially because I don't know how much blood Noah sucked out of me when he lost control, so I still feel a little numb to this day. Noah carried me back and before I got back to my room, I was leaning on his shoulder so sleepy I couldn't open my eyes.

“Please help me. Where is The Pope? Get him. Please. I need him.” Two Templars come running my way. “Miss? What’s wrong? What happened?” “Step away!” Innocent’s eerily familiar voice booms. “She is a werewolf.” The two young, and more than likely inexperienced, Templars gasp loudly and fall over their own feet as they try to backtrack. “Well, well, well,” Innocent says and steps over one of the squirming Templars. “As I live and breathe…what are you doing here, Miss Jones? Do you have a death wish?”

called Colin, his brows drawing together. Nobody entered. I leapt up and darted to the door, yanking it open. Kim and Owen were lying outside with nobody else in sight. Something must’ve happened for Kim to shift out. I worried my lip, bending down to check their vitals. Both of them were unconscious. What had those men done to them? “What happened?” I breathed, tears stinging my eyes. I blinked them back, unwilling to cry in front of Alpha Colin. “The blood at the auction came from these two boys of yours.” Colin was at my side, and he crouched down to lift Kim up. I lifted Owen and carried him over to the bed, my hands shaking. I almost fell over as his words sunk in.

Nina always seemed loyal to me, but it was often those who seemed the most loyal on the outside who wound up cheating the most. As I slowed and came to a stop, the moon came out from behind a cloud overhead and illuminated the red, sticky blood on my hands. Matt’s… Nina’s… No. It was my blood. I looked down, shuddering at the sight of it: a large gash in my abdomen. I couldn’t be entirely sure if it happened during the fight or during my mad dash through the woods, but it didn’t matter. I was losing a lot of blood. A lot…

He has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h